When I finally Stop Runnin'

When I finally stop runnin'
From all my various problems
I'll be a more productive person
When I finally stop runnin'.

I'll wake up earlier every day
And get my own work done.
And then I'll go to bed, reflecting
On the battles that were won,
Instead of daily seeking an escape
In some important new distraction,
Or wasting all my precious time
In this selfish introspection.

But I'm stuck here with my person
Who knows the right to do.
I make my glorious next-day plans
But I just can't see them through.
What is this thing that stops me
From doing what is right?
Must I forever acquiesce,
a priori, to the fight?

Yet aside from my shortcomings
I can feel it in my bones
That I was made for something greater
Than to live my life, a drone
Acting only in response
To immediate stimuli
As though my only destination
Were to simply breathe, then die.

For I know within myself
The responsibility is mine
To make something of greater value
Out of all my days and time.
But value is elusive,
For it must be assessed.
And by whom, if not by others
Whose needs must be addressed?

But what of mine?, I often ask
And here begins the problem:
I believe that once my needs are met,
I will finally stop runnin'.
But this idea, if I be true,
I proclaim to you to be a ruse.
Herein is called my own right heel
Right now, the serpent's head to bruise!

For are my needs of such import
That others should take note?
Or should I rather find my use
In providing another's coat?
For God didn't put me in this place
For my own satisfaction.
It is His work which I must do,
And He is calling me to action.

When I finally stop runnin'
From all my various problems
I'll be a more productive person
When I finally stop runnin'.

I'll wake up earlier every day
And get my own work done.
And then I'll go to bed, reflecting
On the battles that were won,
Instead of daily seeking an escape
In some important new distraction,
Or wasting all my precious time
In this selfish introspection.

Yet I, myself, have not the strength
To carry this plan out.
For time has time again provided
The obvious margin of doubt.
Thus there remains this hope for me:
It is by His strength that we shall see
This dream of mine ever come to be,
And since greatness for His people is His decree,
Since He is the One who has a plan for me,
I can somehow, in faith, with Him agree
And thus, and therein, I choose
my Destiny.

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