Change Me
By Connie Ciccone

Change not thy will in my life,

Or trial and sorrows to be;

Renew my faith and make me strong,

Change not thy will,

Change Me.

Though teardrops fall when trouble comes,

Like the storms on a rolling sea;

Let thy beacon guide my ship to port

Change not the storm,

Change Me.

When thy holy word I do not understand

And thy glory I can not see;

Teach my eyes; give me sight and wisdom,

Change not thy word,

Change Me.

If the fruit thou hast given me to eat, Taste bitter and sour,

I PLEA; Let not my will but Thine Be Done, Change not the fruit,

Change Me.

If Sometimes I murmur and grumble,

Dear Lord, About the cross I carry for Thee;

Keep it firm on my shoulders, but hold my hand,

Change not The Cross,

Change Me.

If you change thy ways to please me,

Dear Lord,

I Would soon grow cold and turn from Thee;

That You may hear my prayers,

Dear Lord,

Change not thy ways,

Change Me.

There is a valley that I must cross,

Someday Thy Face to see;

Lest I forget what power is thine,

Change not the valley,

Change Me.

Connie Ciccone © October 2005