Heavenly Conqueror,
Take this heart of mine and make it yours.
This heart You formed long ago, woo, steal and grow. 

You died that it might die as well. 
Now through that death bring life not hell.

My heart, O God, it loved wrong things
Chasing attention, chasing pleasure, making sin the King. 
       But death, dishonor, and shame did these bring.

You fought my heart, wrestled it to the dust. 
Like Jacob I thought I stood a chance, I almost thought I'd won. 
        But one touch from You and my heart was undone.

You rose victorious, I thought all would be lost. 
Then You smiled at me & I understood Your cross.

You defeated my heart through Your own loss. 
You gave me a new heart, one without dross.

Now we walk hand in hand, enemies no more. 
You guide my loves, would You guide them forever? 
         I no longer want to wrestle, I will not pretend to be clever.

So here I am, Lord, take it all. 
Take these parts of me clinging to the fall.

I love You, and I thank You. 
I love You, for You alone are trustworthy and true.