Too Many Choices

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free Will’s supposed to be a gift.

But also it’s a curse;
So often, with each choice I make,
I skip better for worse..
 
There are so many options, Lord,
All laid out before me,
That sometimes the choice I should make
Is hard for me to see.
 
I try to pick, from all of them,
The one I know is right,
But often the wrong choice offers
Some sweet, teasing delight.
 
I don’t think of myself as weak,
But this I know is true,
Sometimes the blessing of free will
Can lead me far from You.
 
Lord, I know You have faith in me,
And in my choices still,
But I just wanted you to know
It’s HARD having Free Will.