More of God

More of God 

Is all I want

Men can point

But I will pant 

For the Body 

Of my God

For his blood

Oh come my Lord 

Confusion has gripped 

My soul this night  

I know not the enemy 

With whom I fight 

Is it God 

Or the lying snake 

Oh come my God 

And me awake 

The greatest of men 

Know more than I 

So why do I even

Foolishly try 

I would rather 

Cry and cry 

Than begin to work out 

Why oh why 

Has God left 

His Church in a mess 

And still her beauty 

Helps me confess 

Oh clothe me in 

You this night 

Before I turn 

Out the light 

Have I seen your frailty 

Oh weak divided bride 

Has it made me want to 

Not in you abide 

Will I nurse your wounds

Or point them out 

Will I whisper quietly 

Or just scream and shout 

Hide me in your shadows 

Oh weak and humble King 

Let your wounds heal me 

Let my Spirit sing 

Of love unfailing 

Never let me go 

Forgive me Holy Trinity 

When I put on such a show