A Multitude of Right

My Master, use me to full extent,
You have brought your wrath, and now I repent.
My God, my Father, cease the curse on my head,
I pray to you, my King, my sins will I shed.

With thanksgiving I raise my humbled eyes,
With prayer and supplication, hear my cries,
Give me a peace surpassing all understanding,
It is to you, Prince of Peace, my heart I am handing.

Pitiful and unworthy to receive your Grace,
I should be seeking cover to hide my face,
But I know the difference forgiveness can make,
My redeemer keeps me from the sulfur lake.

Give me courage in an incorrigible world we walk,
Let us spring forward like the most fertile stalk,
I will seek You, my friend, my confidant,
Lest Satan entangle me and all my days haunt.

Let us not slip into apostasy, my King,
Good will toward all people with boldness I bring,
I cry for You, yearn for you, relish the light,
I pray I can hand You a multitude of right.

Inspired by Philippians 4:4-8