Is my heart there,
with Him who loves me so?
Or is it obsessed
with what it finds below?
Does it rejoice
doing the Father's work?
Or in selfishness
the Father's will it shirks?

My heart is wretched,
not knowing what it does
to people - not caring,
it pursues the things it loves.
Not heeding the pangs
of suffering that it feels
That God sends to that
Of which he so wants to heal.

Does my heart long
to find solace in God?
It eagerly says yes,
but now it knows not.
Earthly trials and pleasures
though short in time and space
Capture my heart's attention
and turn it from His face.

God, keep my heart
near to you and hold
it in your awesome hands
for you to guide and mold.
Teach me O Lord
to keep my eyes on You,
Through rain or shine,
Your will I'll seek to do.