The sadness, the heartache when I don't obey.
There is no rest or peace, no joy along the way.

My heart is weary, my sleep won't last.
My steps are slow, minutes take hours to pass.

To not obey leaves me so tired, so weak.
There isn't anything good in the words I speak.

But when I obey His Word I see sweet light.
There is peace so full, His love so bright.

My heart reopens, ready again to give.
Praises I sing as in Him I live.

I move forward in boldness, my steps so sure.
Sharing His love, wonderful love, so pure!

Thank You, Lord, for showing me
That joy in obeying is what sets me free!

Jane Ellen Slone ©
3-27-09
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