In growing, should I keep faith with my roots?
Should I re-make me just because I'm smart?
For some good things there are no substitutes,
should I forget the One Who made my heart?
Now that I'm big, I want to stretch my legs,
with independence, I want to be free,
but must I drain my wine glass to the dregs,
rejecting those who put their stamp on me?
I am supposed to stand on my two feet,
firm on my roots of faith and family deep,
it matters not what fortune, friends I meet,
I still have many promises to keep.
O God, You are the taproot of my soul,
despite my power, I want You in control.
-- by Pete Voelz 3/08
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