Yet the flashes of doubt I try to hide
Never facing the face inside
Saying it's never known til it's tried
I say this knowing it's never true
Yet I ask myself, what's a man to do
And there, the doubt comes peeking thru
As I resume the show put on for you.
I struggle with the man I am to be
As I stand between this and reality
As only part of me does plainly see
What's required of that which has made me
But how can one ever be sure
And discern for himself what's beyond allure
Sensing that while on this short tour
A feeling of being made for much more
But I feel the pull of all that I am
By all the things that make me a man
And I try to ignore them the best that I can
And I know that this is neighly a plan
I thus have to change where I place my trust
To not be led by mind or desire or lust
And place treasure in God I know that I must
Where no thief approaches nor moth corrupts
So this is where I now sit and I pray
And hope that night is turned into day
So I can see my steps guided along this way
And never more be self led astray.
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