Burden my heart and give me passion to pray

Beyond a need to breathe,

Beyond a want for things;

On my heart, the pain of others lay

That I might be provoked and stirred to a tremble

Beyond these walls,

Beyond it all;

May Your Spirit reside in this temple.

Make me into the instrument that You need

Beyond my mind

Beyond the enemy’s line

Show me how to bleed

Break my body; break my spirit to travail

Past the daylight

Past the night

Make me feel the ache of the nails


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