I want to feel important. I want to feel indispensable.
But why is it that I kept forgetting the more I strive to be important, the more I work at being indispensable, that the very same thing I'm running after, are running away from me?
Why do I kept forgetting that honour, glamour, and crown, these I never did earn?
Why do I kept forgetting that rich robes, scepter and prestige, these, they were given! And is given! And will be given!
But my job is not to seek them; they're mere bonuses, not the wage! Oh, when will this heart repent!
To Your side, o' Lord. Onwards, into Your charge. Let me not fall from Your sight; pull me to Your side.
Make me seek what should be sought. Let me wrought till the breath is naught.
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