Not thy will but mine be done,
I’ll stand right here, it’s more fun.
My intellect to guide the way.
I will not be changed by what you say.
The roar of the crowd is the approval I love,
Not the smile of God who reigns
Your reprimand I will not hear,
figure things out without you near.
A fight in me, you bet! You’ll see!
I’m always right, just look at me.
Hurt and jealously is what I’ll keep,
Far from joy, I’ll take a leap.
My need; above another child,
No yoke on me, I will run wild.
My envious eyes will cry in pain,
I’ll think of all I did not gain.
I’ll see the failure of everyone,
As I move on far from the Son.
You above me a light to see;
No, I’ll not let you guide me.
I’ll make for myself another plan,
I’ll stand determined, and follow man.
The path I choose is mine you
You cannot take my pride from me!
Written by Michelene Glasson