Change Me Lord
by Barbara Philbrook

Change me Lord this is my plea,
please make a nicer person out of me.

Turn me into an instrument of love,
pouring it into me from up above.

Change my inner heart make it true,
help me Lord to be more like You.

Make me less critical, no finding fault,
may all of my self righteousness come to a halt.

Remind me Lord I have much growing to do,
and I am incapable of it without You.

Open my eyes that they may see,
in each and every one a reflection of Thee.

Let me miss the things that I should,
teach me Lord to see in each man something good.

Teach me to look beyond the shell,
and to see the part of each man that You love so well.

Block my hearing that which is bad,
all that would make me feel even a bit sad.

Change what I feel, hear or see,
Father please change everything about me.

Make me into what You know I can be,
that I may serve You Lord for eternity.

Hebrews 11:6 says if I but believe, I'll receive,
and I know dear Father You do not deceive.

Therefore I thank You for answering my plea,
and I look forward to meeting the new me.

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