To serve myself or serve the Divine,  
A choice that weighs heavy, a question of mine.  
In moments of struggle, I’ve turned away,  
Yet darkness followed, leading me astray.  

What can this world offer that’s truly good,  
That God hasn’t crafted, that’s misunderstood?  
I walk a path free from drink, smoke, or curse,  
In His love, I find joy, in His grace, I immerse.  

To ignore Him feels foolish, a path I can't tread,  
For serving my flesh would leave my spirit dead.  
Forget what He taught? No, that I won’t do,  
Why choose what He hates when His love is so true?  

Like children to parents, I seek His embrace,  
In guidance and wisdom, I find my true place.  
An all-loving Father, forgiving and kind,  
In prayer, I discover a peace intertwined.  

Nothing on earth can compare to His grace,  
In keeping my covenants, I find my safe space.  
So I ask once more, in this moment so real,  
Shall I choose my own will, or the love that I feel?  

My flesh may whisper, but my soul knows the way,  
In serving my God, I find peace every day.  
So let my choice echo, steadfast and true,  
For in serving the Lord, I find all I pursue.