Sometimes my heart with all its inclinations
Disregards its reservations
Deviates and gravitates again
But I’m still passing all the exit signs
I’ve left my idols far behind
Though once near me, they don’t really matter in the end

Turn my heart, turn at Your command
Just like streams of water in Your hand
I lay aside my way and all the dreams I’ve planned
So turn my heart, turn at Your command
Turn like streams of water in Your hand

I may not understand life’s ups and downs
How I’m here, it so confounds
One suspects God directs our steps
But nothing happens without God’s permission
Letting go of inhibition
Sometimes yearning, still I’m learning
Trusting just accepts

Turn my heart, turn at Your command
I’m giving up my desperate demands
My heart devised my way but only Yours will stand
So turn my heart, turn at Your command
Turn like streams of water in Your hand

A matter has been concealed
And through the ages un-revealed
God only knows what might it brings
To search it out is the glory of kings

I told a boy in desert lands
To grasp a lizard with his hands
But one of those four wiser things
Lives in the palace of the king


On judgment’s throne, the king who’s wise
Will scatter evil with his eyes
There’s wickedness under the sun
I’m waiting for the end to come

I’m just a man, in work I’m skilled
Sometimes ashamed of what I’ve built
Before the kings I’ll take my stand
And not before an obscure man

In righteous lips, the kings delight
They love the subject who speaks right
As the heaven’s height, as the deepest springs
Unsearchable is the heart of kings

Unsearchable is the heart of kings