Transform Me, Lord

Transform me, Lord, but not just here~~not just that way, not now.

Transform me, please, to be like you.  I haven’t worked out how.

The present place is far too harsh.  It’s dark and low and dim.

But grow me, Lord, to be like Christ. I want to be like Him.

Grow me, Lord, and rearrange, but do it please, with little pain and just a minimum of change.

And, please, don’t do it here, not just that way, not now.

But that’s how He does it.

Here.  That way.  Now.

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