True Service

It always comes back to haunt me When I tend to speak too soon I have to swallow hard my shallow words And humbled to sing a different tune. For years I did things my own way And thought the world was in my hands Then along came Jesus into my life To show how corrupt I really am. His spirit kicked my pride to the curb Until I realized life wasn't all about me But that my soul was destined to serve him alone. It was the only way to be truly free We were created in Gods true image And for his good pleasure meant to serve So that on that day he calls us home Our place in heaven we will deserve He always gives us free will to choose Whatever path we seek or need Because his true desire is for us to choose To be with him for all eternity.