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...