The months have gone by
No prospects on the horizon
I have to get a job, Lord!
To work, carry out my mission!
The contract, I have signed
My desk and unit before me
I have to do well, Lord!
You say, "Run the race I have set before thee."
The days have raced past
Time seems to slip away
I have to spend time with You, Lord!
To cry out, read, hear what You have to say!
Your Word takes on new meaning
Each verse hitting where it should
I have to do something, Lord!
Use my gifts, You know I could!
Then everything starts to spin
I'm reduced to a leaf carried by the wind
I have to slow down, Lord!
Lord?
Lord, where have You been?
As faint as a whisper
As gentle as a light breeze
You simply say, "I love you . . ."
"I will never leave you nor forsake you."
The tears come streaming
My heart purged of its weight
I have to . . .
I have to stop saying, "I have to, Lord."
Do I have to keep running on empty when all You want is for me to run to Your arms?
Do I have to know now all the good that You are preparing for me to do - and will definitely have me do?
Do I have to constantly feel something when You have shown me the truth of Your overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love?
Do I have to be inspired or seem profound to write about Your goodness when You, all that is good and wise, the greatest Author, have already written the end to death at the cross?
Do I have to convince myself of You when You have needlessly proven Yourself and Your glory and Your love to someone so insignificant in every one of the seemingly insignificant and mundane?
Papa, I'm sorry; I know I don't have to
You - Yourself - are already the greatest "have to," even without me
But even though I don't deserve it
Though I don't deserve You, Papa
Please take this heart of stone, and turn it into a heart of flesh
Let this heart long for more of You and less of me
Let this heart be rid of all its "have to's"
Let this heart be instead filled with "want to's . . ."
"Love to's . . ."
"Can't wait to's . . ."
"Desire to's . . ."
"Die to get to's."
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