From My Likeness to His Image
My, how I love them, these sons God gave me,
But there’s a great problem,
My likeness I see.
I hear their groanings, I hear their plea,
And I know the reason,
They cannot help it, they can’t seem to see,
They have my nature,
They’re the likeness of me.
Born with my likeness, with most of my need,
Born with my weakness
They’re the likeness of me.
In all that they do, I see, I can tell,
They are just like me,
I know them right well.
Oh God, hear my prayer as I plead now for them,
That they be changed from my likeness,
To the image of Him.
Changed from my likeness, made after His plan,
And grant them real strength,
In the deep, inner man.
From my likeness to His image,
conformed to His plan,
For to be like the Savior,
Is to be the best man.
—George Mills
The Wilderness