What am I going to be today
The choice is mine and mine alone
To walk in love, discarding doubt
Or will I sulk, depress and moan
For I have got an off, on switch
Independent of my Lord
Decisions, they are made by me
And seem to be of my accord.
It’s me who loses, every time
I end up judging what I am
A selfish hermit in his cave
Who wants his sandwich filled with jam
If I take my mind off me
And choose to look the other way
Maybe then, my inner love
Would overturn my world of grey.