Lord, my soul is oppressed,
My sight is dim,
I canít hear you clearly.
Jesus, according to principles of those around me
I am deteriorating.
In your presence I am beautiful,
Lord, engulf me with your spirit.
Pour out my soul
Unlock my eyes,
Allow me to hear your direction.
I am distressed with heavy feelings,
Show me the way in which I should go.
Lord, stir me to an understanding.
Fill me with your compassion.
Help me open the beauty
In you back in me.
So much Iíve closed off
And let weaken
Jesus, help me to breathe you
In once again.