I have been convicted
Of things not very nice
Destructive traits that are of me
A block of thoughtless ice
Untouched by peoples circumstance
I favour very few
My feelings are concerned with me
And not refreshed by You
These things have lain hidden
For more than forty years
Motivating all my thoughts
Promoting many tears
I have the chance to wave goodbye
To what is deep in me
Better off without them
Yielded up to Thee.
