We must be ploughed up and resewn   All the bad habits overgrown   Won't you take out the old dirty roots?   We thought trimming back would cure it   Growing depth in the way I see   The way I feel   The way I sound   And it's all tangled up underground   And You're the only one who can plough it.      (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!)   (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!)      We must be ploughed up and resewn   (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!)   Our growing is never enough, Lord.   (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!)