Who’s pleasure am I seeking?
Am I workin’ for my own?
Do I think I have control,
That I’m takin up a loan?
Is this my life or another’s?
For me or for my brothers?
Did I give it to my God when I was born again?
Or was I just speakin’ words, hey, I’m just sayin’…
…if I’s a dyin’ to my self, an’ takin up my cross,
Puttin’ my old life on the the shelf, though it may seem like I have lost,
Can I take parts of it back,
Did I really lay it down?
Is the old body still intact,
And just covered with a gown?
If I gave it up to God,
Then it’s His pleasure that I am after.
The King who offers life,
the One who rules forever.
So, I follow the True Leader,
not the world or my best friends,
Not the popular crowds or preachers,
For it’s God who comprehends,
The big picture, He can see,
What is better, who we should be.
He will speak through us all, in the ways that He sees fit,
He will teach through His servants, as we all are closely knit.
He will be revealed in situations,
in His time and perfect plan.
Not our carefully laid out schedules,
If it’s all in our God’s hands.