
Driving home one Sunday after the preacher said, "Amen,"
A million thoughts now in mind, setting my head to spin.
What to make for lunch, the work week about to start,
How to pay the plumber, need to stop at Walmart.
So many things to get done and where to find the time
When my little boys' voice breaks through and chimes,
"Momma, what does it mean to follow Jesus when we never go anywhere?"
I looked at his innocent face and decided then and there:
I will serve You, Lord, this I pledge today
Because no one can see how often I say, "I love You,"
When I bow my head to pray.
How will the world see You in me
If they don't see that it's Your will I obey?
So how can I tell You, "I love You" every night and every day
If I never follow where You lead?
Tell me, what does the world see: You or just me?
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