I once had a question: What makes a heart glad?
Is it getting the things that I never yet had?
Or is it sitting in peace with a satisfied grin,
And trusting that joy doesn’t come from within?
I wanted much more, but I couldn’t say why.
Was it greed in my gut or a dream in my eye?
Was I selfish or stirred by a godly pursuit,
Or chasing a prize that bore counterfeit fruit?
Then the Lord whispered, “Just follow my call.
Be content with today, though your dreams may be tall.
You can want to grow wiser, to love and be kind,
But don’t let your longings take over your mind.”
“You can strive to do better, reaching higher, standing tall,
But don’t let the heavy burden become your downfall.
Desire can bless you—or it can lead you astray.
Ask if it serves God or just boosts your own way.”
I pouted and fretted. “But Lord, I want more.”
He smiled and pointed to things I’d ignored.
“You have ears to hear and my Word in your hand.
You have all that you need to fulfill my command.”
“But what if I’m restless?” I asked with a frown.
“You’ll find perfect peace,” he said, “lay your will down.
Leave the results up to me, and trust me each day.
My joy is much more than the world can even say.”
Now I can say, with the road up ahead,
A map in my hands and a fire that I’ve fed.
This soul’s set ablaze for the One I pursue.
I’m walking with the Lord and he’s making me new.
Through valleys and peaks, where the wild winds blow,
I will follow his voice wherever I go.
Each step is a spark, every trial a clue.
The fire keeps burning, and I’m just passing through.
