The purpose of this cross I carry isn’t for me to live
But die to myself and refrain from what I think God
should give
The fact is I’m at war and
the enemy couldn’t be any clearer
The devil is probably laughing cause my biggest fighter
is staring in the mirror
Verbally I made a commitment, but it wasn’t enough to be
content
So my “yes” had no weight because I had no “wait” in my
letter of consent
Who am I to give an Almighty God certain conditions?
When He is sovereign and has proven time after time He
doesn’t need permission
But like I said, there’s a battle going on because I
wanna “do me”
And when God called my name, I was like, “who me?!”
I had to come to grips that the limp from my hip was to
remind
He is God, I’m not; His will
should be done not mine
And I understand this; don’t get me wrong
It’s in the wilderness I’m learning how to speak to these
bones
It’s like; within me is a
passion for this gift
But without God being glorified, I’m simply a boat going
adrift
Every day I’m in the process,
praying I’m making progress
But evidently, it’s not time to stay on the sidelines and
rest
I’m still alive in areas that
should be dead to me
It reminds me of that conversation the serpent had with
Eve
God, I’m praying for renewal,
restoration, and revival
If I’m to be a conqueror, then I retreat to You as my
survival
You know what I want, what I
long for; how I feel
Rescue me from the fighter within me and be my shield
The mind is a playground for thoughts and a prison if
consumed
In order to bear fruit on a
tree, its requires being pruned
Never said I liked the process, but I’ve been sealed by
God’s crest
My prayer is simply this: “Purify my yes.”
