I don't always do what God asks of me.
Sometimes, I turn to my own way.
I wander from the path He's anointed;
Just like a sheep, I go astray.
Sometimes, I don't obey his instructions,
Sometimes, I fail to do what's right.
Sometimes, I hear the world calling,
And allow the sound to distort my sight.
But when I lift my arms to praise Him,
The praise changes the way that I see.
It is in the praise I regain my focus,
It is in the praise I gain clarity.
I often promise to wait for direction,
Wait until I hear God's voice.
Then I turn my ear to the world,
Rejecting God with my choice.
I often make plans to walk with God,
Asking Him to order my steps.
But then, I step to the song of the world,
And soon, I'm caught up in its web.
But when I raise my arms to praise Him,
He quiets all my alarms.
It is in the praise that I feel protected,
It is in the praise that I fear no harm.
I tell myself I'm a loyal friend to God,
That I have allegiance to only Him.
Until the enemy calls from the world,
To tell me we can all be friends.
But I can't have God and the world;
I know I have to make a choice.
I can kneel to God in submission,
Or be led to hell by the devil's voice.
But when I choose to kneel in humility,
And choose to submit to God's sovereignty.
It is in the submission I finally surrender,
It is in the submission I'm finally set free
© Linda Troxell