Oh in time that trying might turn to trusting

Oh in time that trying might turn to trusting
Such a will is rusting within
For its illusion tis muddled in sin

None but grace
Can bring one to the place
Where all wills are broken
And anew is born
Something quite beyond
Mere imagination

The divine descends
Enters in and devours
The destruction
Once wrought by sin

And opens the heart
To its glorious art
That at last
Would turn to Him

So may this
Oft tortured heart
Be broken in part
And restored
To richer and fuller
Life

May these idols be broken
And cast aside
Remove the pride
Which so oft
In me hide

Humble instead
For truth through trial
Transforms the thoughts
And turns to trusting
No matter the cost

For though the price is great
The former fate
Far worse than one can extrapolate

And so all striving shall cease
When one shall release
Their will to thine alone
So shall they find
Their one true home

-Joshua Lee Foist