Lord, it seems
That I fail and fail again.
I see Your face,
But then the veils return again.
Emotion's stirred, but there's no change in me.
I'm living in my soul; I have to learn
A little more, each day, O Lord, to turn.

Lord, I know
That I've truly seen You, but
The vision fades;
I look away to other things.
Remind me, Lord, reveal Yourself to me,
That from my idols I would be set free.
A little more, each day, I want to see.

Lord, my mind
Is occupied with many things—
This thorny age,
With all of its anxieties.
My faith is weak; I'm caught up in my cares.
I need to learn to tell it all to You!
A little more, each day, my mind renew.

Lord, my will
Is resistant to Your touch.
Disarm me, Lord;
Don't let me win against Your grace.
I turn my eyes and see Your patient love—
What can I do but stop and come to You?
A little more, each day, my will subdue.

Lord, I pray,
Make me desperate for You.
Keep drawing me
And training me to hear Your voice.
Lord, even though my progress is so slow,
You're by my side; You will not let me go.
A little more, each day, I'd love You so.
A little more, each day, and I will grow.