Lord I need more of you
I spend too much thought on self
Wanting my desires
Caring nothing of those hurting
Pleading, dying,
Without you.
As the songs always say
'Empty me'
Cliché
Without meaning we sing
But I want it now
My cares, my problems
Dissolved
And your tears, your blood
Your suffering
Added to me
From now till my last
Breath
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Nice sentiment; more of him and less of me can be accomplished.