In my heart there is a treason.
So deceitful, so cunning are the Idols my heart harbors.
How can I love creation and the created
more than I love the one who created it all?
How can I enslave my self
to something I have been made dead to?
How can I be bitter and broken in wanting exceptance and to be adored,
when the God of the world, suffered, bled and died for me?
What Love
that HE should love a wretch as me.

To see the unseen. To love the unseen.
Cleanse my ways Lord. 
Kill all in me that keeps me from you.

Open my eyes to your steadfast love.
The victory has already been one.
Keep my eyes stayed on you Jesus .