I am held inside your hands,
but I am not gripped in your clutches
I can wander, but it’s only to let me see
just how empty I am without you
Sometimes, you give me over
to chase my own ambitions
to be dazzled by the idols
and to build my towers to the sky
But then the towers topple
and my ambitions tip over
my strength fails me,
my arms grow weary
Praise be to God
Who thaws the heart
that returns to Him
I stand among the toppled towers
and I feel your hand upon me
I remember your redemption
and I turn my face to you
You take my heart of stone
Hardened by my pursuits
You put in a right spirit
and turn my heart towards you again
Praise be to God
Who thaws the heart
that returns to Him
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