
Master or Servant? For years I tried to mastermind My life as I thought God designed. I tried so hard, but there’s no doubt I never made it all work out.
I’d worry, obsess, I’d stew and fret, Looking back with deep regret, Or anxious, facing the unknown, I feared the final judgment throne.
I’d do better, then disaster, I finally had my fill of “master” Today I only want my part And cultivate a servant’s heart.
As master I was judge and jury Excusing sin or showing fury, A servant’s job, though, let’s me turn To grace – repent, forgive, and learn.
Mine is not to master plan, I don’t have to understand. I only need what’s next to do, With strength and focused follow-through.
It’s not our job to orchestrate, So don’t get hooked on master bait! Do what’s asked, then stand and wait, God provides the servant’s plate.