I never melted down my gold,
Or fashioned wood to sacred behold.
I never bowed the knee to anyone,
I know and love Jesus Christ, God’s Son.
So why this prick inside my heart,
A self-made, love-demanding part
Of my worship, time and money.
My sweet, unassuming little dog.
My desire for enviable beauty.
Respect, admiration – to be someone else’s idol.
Oh Jesus, I am sick.
Send the gospel deep into my soul.
Cut, excise, remove unfaithful parts of me.
And Jesus, Father, Holy Spirit, cleanse and make me whole.