The Master Of My Soul

If the master of my life; I could be;
I’d create a quite different story;
everything would turn out differently;
I’d imitate the King of Glory.

God would always be on my mind;
my love, for him; always fervent;
towards his will; I would be inclined;
for I was created Love’s servant.

In God, alone, would be my pride;
my temper would never flare;
He planted a piece of His heart, inside;
just so; I would know, He’s there.

Truth would be an integral part of me;
God’s will; I would never betray;
I would have eyes; always able to see;
God’s Light would show the way.

But, master of my life; I cannot be;
I am only my Master’s child;
I am so blind; that I cannot see;
my temper often goes wild.

Master of my life; I shall never be;
destiny, always plays a role;
I was created, that I become me;
God is the Master of my soul.

I was created in the garden, above;
a child; to become brand new;
I am the Father’s gift called love;
and so; my child; are you!

Monty 1/8/24. # 1,911