I choose to go to church because I wish,
my radical autonomy secure,
I could as well go to the lake to fish,
or go online to some website impure.
God made us free with every little thing,
with choices lasting to eternity,
of my own thoughts and aims I am the king,
I can disdain most rulings over me.
I choose to make God master and my Lord,
His gift of freedom I return to Him,
His slave a while, His heaven my reward,
though He too fills my cup here to the brim.
O God, help me to choose You every day,
in case my fragile freedom starts to stray.
by Pete Voelz
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