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.
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