by Jennie Joy
Do his bidding now and do it well!
For respect, glory, and honor!
But that’s all a hollow shell.
Then there’s fear.
He’s a dark, oppressive taskmaster
Always lurking – about to get you –
Unless you let him call the shots.
Oh that love would motivate me
To wash the dishes or carry a cross
Or go to work, or church, or visit my family,
Or reach out to the lost.
Because doing those things is so different
When fear or duty motivate me.
My heart opens wide when love calls.
Love changes everything radically.
If you’re scared enough
Fear moves you in some direction.
But why let fear determine your steps?
Why accept that torment?
If you’ve got enough self-discipline
Duty will get the job done.
But what’s the fruit of duty?
I prefer the fruit of love.