My soul longs for You Lord in this dry and weary land Fill this vessel for Your fame Beaten and bruised by those I once called friend You are God of My strength, I will not mourn Wisdom and truth I seek from You If this Tree bears fruit I give it back to you Make my motives pure and my heart Steadfast Lead me by Your will, in You I will hope What hope is there? There is but One I do not possess the will to follow on my own Only with Your aid can I achieve Your plan for me I do not possess the will to Follow on my own Wisdom and truth I seek from You If this tree bears fruit I give it back to you My hands have toiled through thistle and thorn