Setting the table
Oh Jesus My circumstances Were never For my Comfort Your glory Comes My need To be coddled I’m not To chase An idol That only Brings A sorrow You carried Because My words Were read But that’s Where it stopped The only way To get you To worship Me and not Your selfish greed Was to Wreck your dreams To give You Better plans Mine from R's rue https://ift.tt/VHK5u8p