The One Thing I Know

Why am I fighting this battle?
Why do I remain in this war?
Is it because they expect it of me
Or perhaps, is it something more?
I'm not out to please any man,
The praise of man I do not seek.
But sometimes it's hard to be humble.
Too often I am proud instead of meek.
I'm not in this to make someone happy;
I don't do this for outward show.
This is what God is asking of me;
This is the one thing I know.

When I wrote this poem I was wondering what my motives were for serving God. Was it because my dad is a pastor and I wanted to make him proud? Was it so people would look at me as a "good person?" Or was it genuine? Did I really serve God just to please Him?

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