More Like Him
By Pastor Ronnie Wolfe - June 3, 2005

I’m conformed to this world’s vain,
Imagined image and its pain.
I’m set before a mirror bright
And form my image day and night.

The image dims, conviction’s child,
The words of God are tender, mild.
My heart rejoices o’er the sound
Of sincere words which hard resound.

These words speak gently to my soul.
They ring like hammers on the gold.
Making me his words condone,
Show the onus is my own.

I know the change of a broken heart.
I change my mind and take my part
In God’s bright kingdom sure and good
To drink His cup and eat His food.

Each carvéd gold-piece like the Lamp
Makes me brighter in the camp.
Each part carved from limb to limb
To make my image more like Him,

And with that ancient Lampstand lit,
My soul was captured from the Pit.
The Light of God shone on my shore
And bid my troubles sail no more.

One day my soul will take its place,
And I shall see Him face to face.
My soul no longer dull and dim,
My soul’s desire: be more like Him.

Christ-like mind transformed by God
To live no longer on this sod.
Enjoying home, my soul brought in,
And I shall be much more like Him.