One moment, nothing but a mere instant slip, and I can act so Mundane,
Acting after what I want, not what you ordain.
Even right after acting upon the divine,
Father! Even then, I bless you,
For it's a remembrance, yours is the glory,
Surely it is not mine,
Were simple vessels you designed,
To be conduits of your glory,
Bearers of your light,
But for that to happen,
To your Spirit, we must hold on tight!
Father, Help me surrender!
In the darkest moments,
In the middle of my night,
Help me stay focused and not lose sight,
Of your constant movement,
Of your Power & your might,
Which works through my weakness & surrender,
But abandon me when I turn into the Offender,
Make my Spirit Grow Stronger,
Make my Heart become Tender,
When I start becoming a contender,
Instead of relying on you! My defender!
Surely there is no High, like the Most High!
How much I wish you would constantly live,
And I would not fail to die!
But your power and glory,
were not meant to feed my Pride,
But so that your son's name would be lifted upon high!
And even though I wanna keep it to myself,
Even then, I shall surrender and die to self,
For it's not about my high,
But it is all for the Most High.
Surely, as my pastor repeated yesterday:
There's no High Like The Most High!
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