May I be, Lord, Your mountain wreathed in smoke
Where You came down to purify my heart,
As You in me live Your commands you spoke—
Make me who You intended from the start.
On my heart chisel words of your commands
As in me rises image made anew,
And You for my Old Adam make amends
So I am fresh as new creation’s dew.
May rising Son my mountain bathe in light
As You in me arise to greet Your dawn
And give to me Your own eternal life,
For which in my heart I have always longed.
Forever may my mountain Your heart please,
As Spirit’s smoke will always ‘round me wreathe.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 