If we but shape our destiny,
We can become the "Self" we want to be,
Not driven by whim nor base desire,
But by the inner soul's Celestial fire.
For there lies within our inner spirit,
A "still small voice," if we'll but hear it.
It's purpose is to guide aright,
To bless with wisdom, truth and light.
We dull that voice by sinful ways,
By pride of heart and worldly praise,
By seeking pleasures of the flesh,
Entwining our souls in Satan's mesh.
We tune our inner souls to God
By holding to the Iron Rod,
And as we sorrow much for sin,
Behold, the voice of God beams in
To gently lead us with His sheep,
To green pastures and peaceful sleep,
Where all may learn His saving grace,
And meet our Savior face to face.
What joy, what joy will then be ours,
When we are freed from Satan's powers,
To shape our lives eternally
Towards God's highest destiny. |
