Oh Father,
I grow weary.
I fight,
But I fall.
With every failure,
The next comes sooner,
And with every sin,
I feel us move apart.
Oh Father,
You are sovereign.
You, God,
Own my heart.
I am willing
To be sealed now.
So why must I wait
Until death to be pure?
Oh Father,
You could do it.
With just a word,
You could end my sin.
If You so chose,
I could be perfect,
And if You would,
I could be like Your Son.
Oh Father,
Why not?
Each sinful moment,
I long for glory.
To shed my death,
To cease rebellion,
I long so much.
Why not now?
Oh Father,
When in Heaven,
I know then,
Cleansing comes.
But why then,
When it could be now?
Why should I sin more
Instead of being free?
Oh Father,
I almost see.
In obscurity
There is glory.
You are worthy,
Worth every fight,
But some do not see.
Some are to die.
Oh Father,
Is it clear?
Do I know
Why You delay?
Are You glorified
In my struggle?
Does my fighting
Show Your worth?
Oh Father,
Show them.
Use me
So they may see.
You are valuable,
And You are worth it.
So when I strive,
They can perceive.
When I fight,
They can know.
As I run,
They can understand.
You are the Treasure.
You are worth all.
You are glorified in the struggle.