Oh what pride! …and with realization sorrow comes
tears sting my eyes as the depth of dirt-stained soul is revealed
What once I thought, humbled I’ve become
Though all has been dark and looks as trees, a small light breaks forth
I grope about, all is not revealed to me
My eyes can scarce take it in, but the source of light my only hope,
I cling to the source from which I know the light comes
and through anguish, my choked voice to the light replies,

Make me new, make me new
lead me down this path.
I know it’s you calling out to me.
Call to me, call to me
help me know your voice
so my fumbling steps can become secure
only in you, only in you
and let me there find my only rest