When I Look Up
Love me or leave me, that is your choice.
But whatever you choose, I will always have a voice.
I was made in the light, with power and with might.
And till kingdom come, I will walk by faith and not sight.
What you think I must do, is not yours to decide.
For in freedom I was told, that doors will open wide.
Where you go, I may not, but in all that you do.
I hope you make a difference and get what is your due.
The choices that I make, is not for you to know.
For my destiny was chosen and I will reap what I sow.
The life I must live, is the Cross I must bear.
And in all that I do, I will never be in fear.
You can walk by my side, or look the other way.
But know that my heart, will never be your stay.
I am sold to the one, who put meat on my bones.
And by faith I will rise, though I be looked at with scorn.
To live I must be, a calm in the storm.
For every raging wind, might be out of the norm.
I pray for the day, when I look up and see.
The Lamb that was slain, coming back for me.
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