Your house, oh Lord for so I long A holy place to where I'm called Yet I have cluttered my life's table With things which do not belong I have so surrendered to my worldly self Bending to the weakness of things That in my heart is an empty shelf Longing for that which kindness brings
To your house I have only brought What I have, not who I am Praise from others I have sought Distancing my soul from the Holy Lamb
My heart so hardened, always weak Seeks bows of prideful praise Oft now far distant from you I seek Peering often through prideful haze
Your mercy Lord I humbly ask That from these things I move away Lift this yolk, this self-made task That in your house I may humbly stay
Flip the tables of my greed-full longing That in new emptiness I may truly see An open heart to you I must bring That filled with your grace it may be
Turn over the clutter of my daily life Remove all that blocks my way Clear me now of my daily strife That in your house I may dwell today
Remove the things that block my view That pull my heart and soul away That I may see one truth in you And your love fill my heart today
Dear Jesus, help me clear my heart Turn over the table of my weakness and pride Empty it of all that clutters my view And fill my soul with your love That I may live in you