Free Space

God comes to me, but I'm too blind to see,
God starts it but He won't go all the way,
He leaves me space because He made me free,
His price is low, I still don't want to pay.

I may be wrong, but I still have my pride,
I'm fallen, true, but I still think I'm great,
attracted by the  world, I try to hide,
I take my time, and God prefers to wait.

The world is fallen too, and I should know,
if I just stopped and listened, I would hear,
for there is somewhere better I can go,
unfallen God calls me and He is near.

The more I open up, the more Your grace,
to get You, God, I need to give some space.

                            -- by Pete Voelz       1/08