Worship from a Wretch

Teach me how to worship you for who you are
 Not for the feelings that I claim are in my heart
 No flashing lights
 No attractive schemes
 Your beauty stretches out beyond my wildest dreams
 Teach me how to worship you with all my soul
 Not to impress in fear that I'll look like a fool
 If I lift my hands, or if I'm on my knees
 Help me make your praises be the only words I speak
 No repetitious lines that claim a love for the divine
 Then change my mind when I walk out the door
 Jesus, help me find the plank to pull out of my eye
 So I can do the work you built me for
 Jesus, help me worship you because you are
 Teach me discipline and let it steer my heart
 If someone next to me, can't even sing on key
 Let my heart be joyful that they're singing to my king
 Lord, I'm a wretched man, that should take all the pain
 But you let them murder you so I'd become a saint
 Forgive me for my trespasses
 Forgive me for my sins
 Teach me how to die each day so I can truly live
 No search for hope in vain in these
 self help books that can't help a thing
 'Cause you're the only thing worth living for
 So break this wretch apart
 Create in me a cleanly heart
 And kill the awful man I was before
 Teach me how to love a soul while hating sin
 And praise your name until my flesh is dust again
 Make me a faithful servant, and a joyful slave
 Help me give my life to serve the
 One who's life you gave