A Wasted Day

It was a horribly, terribly wasted day
Because I wanted to do things my very own way
I had a list of things I felt I must do
But, You had an agenda that You wanted too

So I wrestled and fought so I could realize
The things I desired, the things that I prize
And though You reminded me of my free choice
You kept calling me with that smooth loving voice

At the end of the day I took note that my list
Was somehow deleted, it did not exist
There were people with whom I had shared a big smile
Some I don’t even like, in my way, in the aisle

So to say that it was a horribly, terribly wasted day
Is to really ignore that You did have Your way
You used me to help and You used me to heal
You used me to let others Your real presence feel

So I thank You sweet Lord for your persistence and grace
Each day given me is to let others see Your kind face

Ps 32:8 I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will counsel thee with mine eye upon thee.