Devoted

It could be said:why aren't you devoting your life?

Come back home..avoid the strive!

People I love

No one doubts 

But who should I listen to?

When I hear; get out.

Backslidin'; who dares to say?

I keep my peace and go his way...

He takes me to places that few people go;

Lightens my load; deals with the foe;

Keeps me from heat, and stormy wind...

He is my Saviour, He is my King.

And:

He is Lord:

This I know.

His yoke is easy;

His burden light;

Praise the Lord!

No need to fight.

I did fear death 

I died once or twice 

But that was in my previous life. 

Since that time I've had a few scraps;

Choking on Bok Choy was my last escape. 

I didn't want to die but it wasn't a shame:

A peace came over me...then out it came!

Confirmed once again that I am in his hands.

Nothing can be taken away, if I stick with the plan.

The fear of death makes love impure;

When we rest in Him we find the cure.