as voices it carries to God
nothing held back
the beauty of self abandon
oh God help me be like that
The trees stretch upward
they wave in union with the wind
acknowledging the Creator
Praises rise Praises rise
God help me be like that

God reveal my intentions
reveal my inhibitions
reveal withheld parts of my heart
God reveal me so it can be burned
God make me like that
Burn me as the silver in a pot
removing all impurities
removing all shapes of "me"
as You make me reflect Jesus
Untill I am like all creation, praising my Creator