To Be Glory Bound

Your footprints are set in words before be.
Do I rebel to prove my independence?
Perhaps pride gets the better of me.

Many times I looked away.
I tripped and fell, then cried myself to sleep,
praying -- searching for forgiveness -- always finding You.
Lord, you love me. Thank you that You love me.

Why are so many dead set to establish individuality?
They lose eternal life for the sake of society.
Defiance is their doom
as they tend their ignorance to full-bloom.

I will sing praises until I die.
And glory-bound my spirit will fly
because your arms opened wide.