I Must Strive
I work with such haste
and for that I am the weaker.
Every decision thats made
seems to drag me ever deeper.
When the world in all it's charm
tries to win me over.
I strive to be content
though it seems I cannot be.
I wan t to be much wiser
but seem to dissapate.
I think I am over zealous
but put to shame such lies.
A very weak vessel am I
in need of CHRIST indeed.
In need of willingness to be
all He's deemed I'd ever be.
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