The Inexorable Pull

I sit here being me, unburdened and free
I hear You calling me to become more 
I feel a prompt, a tug, pulling me along
Deeper into You, right where I belong

So I submit to the inexorable pull
Delighting in my Father, I raise my hands in joy
I do not fight what Yahweh has decreed
Instead, on bended knee, I choose to be more me
As His Word I enjoy, in the inexorable pull

From right here where I am, such joy in my own hand
It's hard to think there's more
And yet I know it's true, it's just You being You
So I walk through the door

The dimensions stretch before me, unending and great
And I will walk on through them, my head erect, my heart elated

As I submit to the inexorable pull
Delighting in my Father, I raise my hands in joy
I know that who I am is secure, it's time to step out further
Time to His Word employ
I choose to be more me, and help others to see
The heart of my only King
As I submit to the inexorable pull and lift my hands in joy. 

So pull me in and draw me closer, cause all the world to see
Who You are in all Your glory, shine Your light through me
I won't despair or be afraid, I will not come undone
For my heart now, is on You stayed, like a good and faithful Son.

But what I want the world to know, what I can hope they see
Is that it's all about You, Lord, it's naught to do with me
If in You now, the world will anchor, hope can spread within
For You are sure and steadfast, holy, You draw creation in
With an inexorable pull. 

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