Blast

It's a pleasure, it's a blast
To be beneath His will, at last
Knowing that I've shrunk some more
Not so me, mine, not so sore
It's a great relief to hand
Over all my contraband
Leaving it all on the altar
Like a horse out of it's halter
Free to glide on eagles wings
Trust His currents, nothing clings
Look to Him and follow near
His direction, loud and clear
Shows me where I need to go
Where I'll gain the strength to grow
All the muscles that I'll need
For His creation to succeed.