You let me wonder where I will,
You respect my choices.
You let me wonder where I want,
You respect my choices.
You will let me wander where I wish,
You respect my choices.
You let me wander,
You respect my choices.
when I wander close to You,
when my wandering heart leads me back to You,
You respect my choices.
You respect me.
You respect the gifts You’ve given me.
I do it for myself and my well runs dry.
I do it for myself and my pen runs out of ink,
my voice grows course and cracked.
I do it for myself and my
ideas die,
energy fades and
crashes.
I do it for my own glory and
it tarnishes.
When I do it for You,
I shine;
I shine Your light.
When I do it for You, the ideas are abundant and beautiful.
When I do it for You, the pen never stops flowing.
The well overflows with
ideas, and creativity, and joy,
and sorrow, and ecstasy, and pain, and inspiration.
When I do it for You the energy never runs out.
I’m always full.
When I do it for myself, my energy runs down.
I whither.
I run dry.
I die.
Half relationship, Half mission.
This is the Gospels.
relationship with Jesus, and
admission from Him, to us.
This is the Gospels.
This is the good news: that the God
who made all things, and every person
cares
about us.
This is the good news: that He cares enough about us, and
respects us enough, to give us
Choices.
God respects our choices.
He respects us enough to
let us have what
we choose.
I don’t have a middle setting.
Yet I walk into moderation.
I step out of gluttony
into moderation.
But I am not
natural
to it.
The chains that bound me
though they’re different than they used to be
different different than they used to be.
But yet, they’re still the same.
Different than they used to be,
different than they used to be.
The chains that bound me are different than they used to be,
but yet they’re still the same.
A man sold for so little,
he could pay for himself,
he has a foundation.
When he himself has cracks, nothing else stands.
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I cannot pay my own way,
I cost too much. I’m worth more
than I could hope to afford.
Am I cheap enough that I could buy me?
The lies I believe, cannot stand before the Face of God.
His love shines through,
it breaks the glue
that binds me to deceit.
Lies cannot stand before Him.
They flee and fall–
disintegrate…
The things my mind does brings them back.
sins we learn
again, and again,
truths
you’ve heard–that never sink in;
the bindings and loosings,
the Gordian knot–
The lessons we learn
still must be taught
I walk in seasons of joy. I walk in seasons of pain
I feel you there beside me.
I feel you fill me again.
you are the oil of my engine,
You are my gasoline.
you are the wick of my candle.
I am here that you can be seen.
I’m here so
you will be seen.
I am here so you will be seen.
I must find a balance, but I am not the juggler.
I am but clay. I am molded by the Clay-Maker.
I’m molded by the One who made me.
He knows what He made me for, and He wants to
work with me, but still
respects that I have choice, and
respect that He knows what He made me for.
Do I respect what I was made for?
-Do I honor what I was made for?
–Do I honor who I was made for?
—Do I care what I was made for?
I want to.
I try to.
I care.
I want to work with my maker.
I want to be what He wishes me to be.
I want to be what He desires of me.
I want to give Him what He desires of me.
He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?
There are things I could give–that He does not care for–That He does not want.
There are things I could give that he would actively discard.
Things I give, not because I want to, but because I’m supposed to.
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He wants a choice. He wants to be chosen.
So he gives us options. What do we choose?
Do we listen to Him?
Do we obey– or do we choose something else?
Martin Write 