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

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*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 Wikipedia.com