There are two ways we can follow
To serve The Lord our God
One is borne on eagles wings
The other, we can plod
Our choice is very simple
The new way or the old
One is built on servanthood
The other leaves us cold.
Do we want reality
A life that’s not our own
Others come before our needs
Self is overthrown
Treasure stored in heaven
Safe from moth and rust
Invested in the only bank
That we can surely trust.
