Let me be Salt, Let me be Light,
Let me be Someone that Satan Would Dread
Oh Lord! How often I have gone astray
Searching for a remedy,
I loved worldly pleasures, lust, and play,
And sat down with the enemy.
Then, searching for the direction,
To lead my self-filled soul,
I led myself into imperfection,
And cowered in death's dark hole.
I directed myself down many-a route,
Tried many beliefs, tried every sin
But they did not please, it left me in doubt,
Knowing that I by myself could not win.
But I could not find truth
I could not find light
It seemed sin were a sleuth
And day turned to night.
'Twas simple guilt, 'twas sinful charms,
'Twas my wicked heart trying to harden,
But I put it aside and ran into thine arms,
Begged your forgiveness, and pleaded for pardon.
Now the life of a Christian has already begun,
The race to the finish and the hard sprint ahead,
The Fruit to grow, and the sin to shun,
So, let me be salt, let me be light, let me be someone Satan would dread.