September 22, 2011 7.43 am
Praise is what I should do
My voice ringing out in places yours might too
In everything; and everywhere I pass through
My praise songs is less than what I can actually do.
Life is short I do know
But, teach me to reap only from where and what I sow
To covet not that which isn’t mine
And not lust after luxury and vain goldmine.
Love, honesty and long lost piety
Treasured traits bruised and tainted on this long long trek
Filthy this flowing livery; hanging loose for want of treasured chastity
A rich vain life soon to become an agonizing wreck.
Please Lord teach my unrepentant soul
To learn and turn from ways foul
This dusty livery hanging loose
Is my cue not to cling to you this loose.