Your Yoke

I Offer all I am

 

Forgive us Lord, the desperately wicked

With hearts of deceit

We all need forgiveness

Need to fall at Christís feet.

With Your yoke reign over our renegade hearts.

 

I offer all I am

To the mercy of your plan

The addictions of my soul

The gluttony of my heart

The selfishness of me

I offer all of me

I offer all of me

I offer all of me to You

 

As we seek His compassion, mercy and grace

As we fall on our knees as we fall on our face

His mercies so tender

Each morning are new

Heíll be the defender if your heartbreak is true

Of the repentant sinner, of the contrite in heart

Come return to the center

Come and be set apart.

 

Anthony Foster

August 7, 2007