Catalyst

Your eyes are eyes of fire--
That scorch and shine like flaming gems.
They burn away all lies
And strip all facades,
And leave no shield or scintilla of deceit
Obscuring the core of the soul.
      Burn me, My Lord;
      Strip away my facade.
      Expose my Heart and Soul;
      I give them to You.
 
Your tongue is one of silver--
Quickly turning, aptly stirring
The deceptive quiet, oft called Peace
(But which is Stagnance in disguise),
And tearing down all fortresses
That protect one--and inhibit one!
      Speak to me, My Lord;
      Open my eyes to my own flaws
      And inhibitions, that I may stride forward.
      I will listen to You.
 
Your hands are the Winds of Change
That dance alongside the Wheel of Time,
Molding Body, Mind, and Soul,
And leaving nothing untouched
By the firm caress of Evolution and Progress.
However painful that progress may be.
      Mold me, My Lord;
      Hold me to the fires of Your heart, as a blacksmith
      Holds unformed iron to the fires of a forge.
      I surrender to You.