Fields of Praise

The greatest muse I will ever know, present in every word that I ever wrote.

No other love I can ever aquire, no other thing could pull me from the mire.

I have been lost through years of mediocrity, filled with nothing but animosity.

I sought inspiration in anything that would offer, though I gained nothing… what did it all profer?

I have fallen in multitudes, I have fallen in droves, yet still you seek me out to lay in your groves.

I graze in your green fields where I prosper in peace, somehow out of the wolve’s mouth I see myself released.

Even still, I run from your fields, fleeing from my fealty, expecting better quicker yields.

I seek things in my time and lack trust in your perfection, when I do not receive an immediate answer I pick my own direction.

I think myself wise enough to choose my own path, I find failure ad nauseam, and I am deserving of your wrath.

Yet instead I find mercy, salvation in the blood; by great sacrifice I am yours, when I had thought the gate shut.

By all rights I should be exiled from your pastures, yet even as I run you chase after all the faster.

No escape from this love, and so there is a desperation to write, to glorify God, and to bring the nations to light.

So use me where you have me, let the big picture be clear, whatever your will I certainly shall adhere.

I will go, I will stay, I will listen, and I will speak; whatever you ask, I now know it is only you that I was made to seek.

A Tool Maintained

Make me a tool befitting of your hand, teach me where to go, teach me where to stand.

Sharpen and maintain me no matter the cost, I know to whom I belong, no longer am I lost.

Mold me, break me, make me anew, no matter the price, my trust in you.

Carve out whats rotten, prune this branch, wherever you’ll use me I’ll heed your command.

Not sure what I’ll be when you finish your mold, but I know I’ll be yours so I’ll watch it unfold.

To become a tool befitting of God my King, I must be fully reforged though the fire may sting.

Forged by fire unrelenting and righteous, here I have found a love that is priceless.

Yet a price was paid, beyond all measure, through Christ I’m remade, a tool that He treasures.

I can never earn this even if relentless, yet I will forever try, until my praise is endless.

Fervently I come to sing all praise, to glorify the father with the rest of my days.

My days may be numbered, but I need not count, so long as I spend them praising thy fount.

You have overflowed mercy upon this wrech; you have sought me when from your presence I fled.

You seek me never ceasing, when I am nothing, just one lost sheep, still you say your love is mine to keep.

So I set you here my firm foundation, a path well laid so I would seek your nations.

You first sought me when it didn’t make sense, so I will go seeking the earth no matter how immense.

Make me a servant, don’t allow me to retreat, I heed this call, I move quickly my feet.

Your commission is clear though my means are few, I know you’ll provide as you always do.