Let’s Press On!
I am alone again, and I like it this way. Now the reins are off; Now my pedal’s pressed down to the floor.
Before me lies an open door – Stretched wide, A mile high – But sometimes I just prefer to look up at the sky.
What’s my problem? I’m pretending to tend to good things, But good things don’t tend to happen from me – At least not the ones I try to brag about.
“I love people, I love music, I want to reach out to this world.” – But if I’m just sitting on my butt, what world is really changed?
Certainly not the planet I live on! Distractions are strong, Facebook’s in my face all day long – I need You, God.
I want to give the devil a run for his money, But if I’m not even running, why would he flee? It’s stupid.
And if we’re gonna win this, God, we’ve gotta be wise as can be. And You’re already miles wiser than me, So impart it to me, please, And let me shine, Let me rise above this common dust and grime
Oh, I whine, I groan, But hard work ain’t gon’ kill me yet. And if it does, hey, it’s worth it! I mean, who am I working for? Myself? Nah, nah, I can’t do that no more. It’s useless, it’s rubbish, it’s done.
I want to work for You, God. Make me driven and determined, So I know what’s really livin’ And I can show that life to all this world, too, And no longer be stuck up in my coop With all my chicken friends who really ain’t as chicken as me.
God, kick the feathers right off of me! ‘Cause I want to fly. And chicken feathers, well, they’re the wrong kind.
I gotta keep my eye on that prize. I gotta stop believing these lies That I won’t amount to anything; That I can’t control my destiny… And that one’s actually true, but I can play a part – I can put in the hard work – ‘Cause God ain’t a fan of laziness.
He say, “Get outta bed, you! Get off that phone and follow me! Don’t you see?? There’s a whole world out there! And the only world you seem to care about Is the one on your screen. Do you care about Me?”
‘Cause that’s where my heart’s supposed to be. And that’s where life is satisfying. That’s what I’ve been missing.
It’s You, God. And I’m sorry.
And it’s hard to believe, but You’ve already forgiven me. You’ve been waiting for this day, and You can’t wait to change me – To take me, And shape me – And give me the victory. Because the victory is all in Your Son, And when You’re done, The devil won’t know what hit him.
Let’s press on!