Drawn by the slightest beckoning I pursue my death.
What can stop my heart from seeking what it loves?
For so long I've stood on the wrong side of grace.
Shall I kiss the Savior's feet while His hand still gives mercy?
Or will I tarry and therefor test His patience further?
What a fool I'd be to turn back from the plow.
What a mistake it is for a man to not carry his cross.
A daily task requires a full investment of commitment
That is what Christ has called me to
Full and complete submission to His commands
For to whom else shall I go?
Who else has the words of life?
By what other means can a man be saved?
I am in utter ruin!
For God has shown His truth through His word
I am therefore no longer counted ignorant
A choice must be made
A servant of two masters I cannot be
For I would love one and hate the other
This cannot be, a kingdom divided cannot stand!
Yes, I've contemplated truth for far too long
Death stands at my door calling my name
Soon I will pass from this life into eternity
What shall I say to Almighty God?
For I must give an account for every word and deed!
I am fearful, do not want to die!
The Scriptures testify to my guilt
Am I so hard that I would deny what is plainly seen?
Eternity is at stake
If I'm wrong, Hell awaits my arrival!
Can I bear coals in my hands and not be seared?
Nay, for I tell you every man is helpless
Can I reason within myself, and render God useless?
Nay, for I tell you every man is foolish
Make sure until the end, that you remain a child
I laugh at the man who boasts of his riches
For what does he have that he has not been given?
I lament for the man who boasts of his goodness
For what account shall he give for his wicked heart?
The Lord is just and will not count him righteous
I have been fearful and yet unashamed
How great is my pride, that I would count myself righteous!
Let me be stricken down and let destruction be my comfort
May the ground be hard and may it hurt to walk
For the ground beneath me is solid rock!
