Becoming normal

Becoming normal
by Joel Howard

You're making me normal
You're bringing me down
Tearing down idols
Lowering my eyes

My guilt is related
to wanting to be
greater than Heaven
Greater than Thee

I see you clinging to me
Holding me back
Heming me in
With limits and with lack

You're making me hungry
And never self-sufficient
You're making me restless
For anything less

You're slowing my pace down
I, who am so fearful of emptiness
So fearful of quietness
So fearful of rest

God, have I really trusted? 
Trusted You alone? 
When all I do naturally 
Is seek to usurp Your throne? 

Like Robinson* said at age 22
Take hold of my heart
and bind it to you

Have I really trusted? 
Or have I pretended? 
I'm so prone to wander
O Lord, I feel it

So today I hear you quieting
Calming my soul
It's going to be okay, dear
It's going to be okay, Joel

And as the psalmist 
Like a baby was weaned
Bind my wandering heart
O Lord to Thee

Spirit, resize my vision
Resize my heart
Tailor-make me
Shape every part

Humble what's proud
Strike down what is haughty
Spirit of Jesus
Come and remake me
*Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" is a Christian hymn written by the 18th century pastor and hymnodist Robert Robinson. Robert Robinson penned the words at age 22 in the year 1757. ... Bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, - source

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