Servitude

I hang upon His every whispered word
The slightest smile shows He is pleased with me
My course is set I will not be deterred
To carry out His dominant's decree
My Master speaks and I attend to Him
With all my heart and soul in servitude
My pleasure is to serve his every whim
And nothing else before that will intrude
And should I fail in serving Him at all
The mental pain of failing to fulfil
Is worse than any hurt which I recall
Through every trial I always serve Him still
For evermore I will attend to Him
My pleasure is to serve His every whim

© Paul Knox 2006