Someday

Lord as You take me from trial to trial to stretch me and grow me to be more like You, I kick and I squeal,I fight hard against it but You'll have Your way what 'ere I might do. It feels like You're trying to stretch me too much ,Lord. It seems that You're pushing to grow me too fast. The trials pile up atop one another. Will they never stop,Lord?How long will they last? Dear Lord, my heart is completely commited to stretching and growing, doing Your will. At times my old nature will rise up within me kicking and fighting and will not be still. But Lord with Your help I'll conquer that problem, I know that one day I'll be totally free. Then You will take me from Glory to Glory. I must persevere till that victory I see.