It was meant to think on You
To dwell on the things of You, my Jesus
But it's divided and distracted
Wondering what they'd say or do
This heart of mine
was created to give to You
Complete, unadulterated love in action
But it strays and forgets
Running away into empty arms
These lips of mine
They were formed to shout your praises
To sing worship to my audience of one
But they cut and tear down
Raise the volume and steal Your glory
This Heaven of Yours
Is where I was made to dwell
To give You an undivided mind
Offer the pure love of my heart
And from my lips pour out perfect praise.
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