Freedom Space

How little room You’ve left me to be free,
Your Providence rules all from sun to sun,
yet, Lord, I’m free to choose my destiny,
my freedom’s everything when all is done.

Left to myself, what else is there I’d do?
Without Your help, I’d end up more in sin,
I’m better off depending more on You,
I’m best with these parameters I’m in.

Why am I freest, Lord, within Your law?
Your truth shall set me free and give me space,
‘tis wise to hold Your truth and love in awe,
for from them flow my freedom and Your grace.

You know best, Master, what is best for me,
Lord of my soul and my eternity.

                        by Pete Voelz      7/31/14