can't stop thinkin' about my dreams;
i'm living in a fantasy.
but i think i've messed up the theme,
'cause my whole world revolves 'round me.
instead of singing some harmony,
i'm bellowing out the melody,
stealing the light that ought to be
reflecting off the KING OF GLORY.
i'm told that i should taste and see
the goodness of our LORD, and HE
sits upon that heavenly seat,
inviting me to rest beside HIS feet.
but struck by HIS majesty,
i can't help but fall to my knees.
for HIS forgiveness i beg and plead,
asking HIM to intervene.
remove me from the glamorous scene,
break me away from my routine,
cause my selfish desires to cease
so YOU no longer have to bleed.
uproot the superficial weeds,
cure me of my foul disease,
immerse me in humility's stream
to wash away this loveless reek.
may i notice others' needs
and strive to serve them without critique.
a lifestyle of sensitivity
is what i hope to constantly seek.
i'll stop acting like i'm the queen,
and choose to crown YOU SOVEREIGN KING.
from my pride please set me free,
so i can finally sing on key.
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