Cleanse The “Me”
- Lyte Lyrics Music
- Mar 17
- 1 min read
Updated: May 27
By Challi Barnhurst, 2025

Making a god of me,
This ought never be.
All the output of this energy,
To protect and honor this earthen entity.
Unnatural, over-ripe - this human cacophony,
I was simply created to be an instrument in Your symphony.
So handle me with purpose in Your service,
To the tarnish of selfish motive, make me impervious.
I, an unprofitable servant, the honor is in the call;
To be bidden, follow You, is the greatest gift of all.



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