Submit2God

Power in perfected form grows from thoughts of faith. What strength have I? 

What goodness is in my soul? I fall, willing, to evil. 

Yet power is brought forth, it is poured upon me. 

Purpose is my path. 

The Word is my light. 

Through freedom I dip my hand into that which is not my own. 

Like honey to the hungry, water to the thirsty, air to the drowning, is purpose to my soul. 

From birth I was shaped by a Master of the arts. 

Am I to be a stone cast at giants? Fling me and I shall do battle. 

Am I fodder for a fire? Burn me, and I will burn brightly. 

Am I to be the one sent? Here I am Lord, send me. 

What greater calling is there than to die for the Lord? 

Surely only that of living for him. 

When I consider, and ponder on how I have been shaped my soul sings out. 

“Glory to God! For he has made me with Purpose. How I long to serve him.”