11th January 2025
My mind is racing like a supercomputer,
Planning and organising the day ahead with vigour;
To waste my time meditating on the word, I can ill afford;
But though I do a hundred things, they are nothing without God.
For all the things that I plan and do for my own exaltation,
To establish a name for myself and for my self-proclamation;
Will one day be tested with fire and earn its eternal reward,
And though I do a hundred things, they are nothing without God.
So, as a branch I cling to Jesus the Vine that nourishes;
As I pray and meditate on His word, He reveals His purpose;
To follow my selfish plans and temporary ambitions, I can ill afford;
For though I do a hundred things, they are nothing without God.
