Make Me Holy Songtext

von Robert Galea

I come before You, with a desire Lord for more,
With a will that wants me holy, but a body that so poor.
To change into Your image, to be holier each day,
With the strength to remain thirsty, and the courage to prevail.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
With all my heart I pray lord, do whatever it takes,
To strip away my weakness, and help me find Your grace.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
Make me holy. Make me holy. Make me holy, like You.
Make me holy. Make me holy. Make me holy, like You.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.
I want to be holy just as You are holy, help me die, to my own will.