For long enough
I’ve let my flesh
lead me astray
For long enough
I’ve let my comfort
keep me at bay
There are plenty
sons and daughters
who do not sleep
who do not eat
Yes there are plenty
widows and orphans
who need you and me
and the love we bring
So ask Him
for greater vision
for daily bread
Yes ask Him
to make practical
to make it magical
Offer lavishly your praise
enjoy His presence
His fount of love
Dance foolishly before him
where his joy sustains you
His grace brings you rest
And seek Him
in all things
let Him be found
And seek Him
He will reveal Himself
oh make a joyful sound
So follow in His footsteps
where there is light
and He brings you peace.
