It scares me to think of what I really need
When my life I plot and plan and scheme and wend
Through the Spirit that I must see in my compromise with death
That will be the Truth in which the end my mind must bend.
You would take from me my sense of sweet communion
As you would leave me all alone to find my God
When the cross to my salvation is the light which is the beacon
And I stumble through the lessons I must plod.
Yes, it’s alone that leads the way through the confusion
And it’s alone that in my folly I would fight,
So I turn myself to prayer and I thank and praise my God
For the wonder of the silence of the night
That would wash the sin of doubt with quiet darkness,
That would mix my pride with the wisdom of the child,
That would leave me with a hope beyond the moment
And would heal this broken vessel so defiled
Because it does not long hold to the good and holy
And needs more than it would choose to stay therein
For it is too much compromised by the thought that it has the knowledge
That is really just its weakness and its sin.
Oh, forgive me cherished life that makes everything complete
Yet moves so quickly through my mind and past my eyes,
Let me take the pains of heaven’s admonitions
And let me never what is holy compromise.