Why can't I seem to keep from planning my own way?
The Lord says to keep going straight, or maybe just to wait,
but I still seem to drift and wander astray.
There's a pride that dwells inside me
from which I can't seem to escape
It speaks so subtly but grips me just the same
Deliver me from the enemy I can never see
the one that never seems to leave
Set me free from the binding cords of self oh God
Now with eyes set upon glory so true
My ears bent toward the clear call of grace
Now will I turn and run again after You
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