Terms & Conditions

God, I know we spoke about this last week

But hindsight is showing I should learn to think before I speak

Because I don’t know what I wanna do

I said I want to be used, but I didn’t think that You

Would use me day and night, this isn’t alright

Should I really be training for a daily fight?

I wanted this on my terms and conditions

What you’re wanting is my total submission

Can we meet in the kitchen? I’m looking at the ingredients

I’m not too sure the road I’m on is expedient

See what I really meant, was that you can use me to a certain extent

I saw other people going through and I’m like, “I’ll take the hint”

But I was crying in worship, saying, “Lord you can use me”

 Little did I know that meant I’d have to refuse me

Die to myself; put what I want toward the back of the shelf

Daily pour myself out to you; seek your direction and help

I know I signed the dotted line when I said yes

But this taking up my cross thing is killing my flesh

Ha! That’s what you want from me though… God you’re good

Because my flesh is slowing being destroyed like termites eating wood

So wait, it’s never really been about what I wanted in the first place?

Instead of what I want, I should really be seeking your face

The truth hurts, that’s probably one reason why we don’t read your word

Or why we don’t listen because then we’d have to be accountable to what is heard

Well God, I know my stubbornness can be a stumbling block

And I’m so glad you got me when you could’ve stayed with the rest of the flock

Look at me, Lord, I need to be completely made over

Cleanse my way of thinking; I need to humble myself lower

Lord I pray you make my life a representation

That you aren’t just meant for the Sunday congregation

You give the desires of our hearts but according to your will

Therefore, I’m determined to move forward even if that means standing still

Or being killed in the line of duty

All I want to do is behold your beauty

God, it’s yours truly; I thought I knew what I wanted in life

Now every day I see that all I really need is to prepare to be a wife

In other words, the bride of Christ and just let him in

After all, He took it all so I wouldn’t have to die in my sin

If I am to be more like you, then let me entreat this

Consume me so when people ask me who I am, I’ll say, “I would tell you but I no longer exist…”