PLUCK OUT THE “I”
By George Thurlow
May 5, 1999
Lord I give myself to you,
Cause my will to die.
Place your Spirit in me
As I pluck out the “I”.
The rooms of my heart I give to you,
Even the Master key.
Do a thorough sweeping;
Get rid of all debris.
Cleanse me of all selfishness,
Stubbornness and pride.
Miss no nook or cranny
Where “I” can crouch and hide.
My body will be your Temple;
Come and dwell in me.
United by your Spirit,
I’ll be at one with thee.
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