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Who's the Servant?

Whose the Servant
02/11/09

You call for Him when you need Him
But when He beckons, you refuse
When you need Home, He is there
Yet you thank Him only to pay your dues
He created you mind, body, and soul
Still you're to smart to give Him control
If you don't need Him, you put Him aside
While in front of others you say "In Him I Abide"
Who ever heard of lying to God
Do you think the almighty is fooled
It was to men of your kind He spoke the words
Depart from me, I never knew you
You make your plans and ask His blessing
If He doesn't answer you find this upsetting
Yet time and again your prayers end
'Your humble servant' yet you're not observant
Of the way you treat the one you call Lord
I ask you to consider this,
Is He your servant or are you His?

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