When

When I have all that I desire
Running fine, can get no higher
Why is that still not enough
Satisfactions feeling rough
Dream of things that will excite
Seems the devil holds me tight
In places that I want to leave
Stifles me, I cannot breathe

Past excursions still exist
In the deepest lands of mist
Holy Spirit, blow me clean
Of all the things on which I lean
Want a realness to my life
Free of childish, selfish strife
Show me what I need to do
To be content in only You.