Strive
As I strive to get ahead …
I fall farther behind
When will I learn that it is not my doing
But my depending on You, Lord
That keeps me from the pit
Of debt and desperation
There is nothing that I put my hand to
That if You have not blessed will not
Produce prosperity
Yet my soul flourishes in riches
The kind given only by You
So why do I still attempt to
Satisfy my flesh,
When my spirit flies high
Above the heavens in joy
Your child …. When will she learn
Lord, how patient You are with her.
Thank you for making me Your child
Without You I would be nothing on my own.
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