to take it or reject it on my own,
yet He comes round and sorta bothers me,
showing His hand, making His presence known.
God won’t leave me alone, He’s always there,
how free am I if He can dry my tear?
He counts my hairs because He’s in my hair,
I like Him there, He drives away my fear.
God leaves me free to sin, then gives me grace,
within a fallen world, a fallen soul,
He sees His message dim in this rat race,
He sees me fall apart, then makes me whole.
I know down deep Your message, Lord, is true,
but I must freely choose to follow You.
-- by Pete Voelz 10/19/11
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