Faith

Questions always,
answers not met -
the search within
digs deeper yet.

I look above.
For my faith, please press,
which comes and goes
with sins I confess.

The only love
I'll ever know
exists not in me,
but will still grow

with every fall
down to my knees.
You force me down
to humble me.

But about me,
my life is not.
How to love others
is what I'm taught

by your example
your death for sin.
He died for me.
I'll live for him.

What I want
is not what I get.
The more I plan,
the more it's upset.

I see I don't
control my life -
planned by another,
guided by his light.

My life, my will
is not mine. It's yours.
Please take it back
and mold it more.

Put me in
the place in which you want
me to live
so I can stop the hunt.

For my own
selfish wants, I tend,
which will matter not
at the great The End.

So I surrender
and yet I win.
For in willingness,
you took my sins.

Take up my cross,
I will for you.
Lead me and show
what I'm to do.

Suffer I may,
lowered I might be,
but will rejoice and serve
as did He.