Whom do you serve?

		This decision's mine -
		Though respect from my friends
		Depends on what I do now;
		Well - it's my life -
		I own all decisions -
		I am free to do as I wish -
		This is NOW:
		I am unrestricted by anything or anyone -
		No fear;
		If other people see me as less
		Because of these following events
		Then it's their own morals 
		That they're imposing upon me -
		I have no responsibility
		To hold to these restrictive measures -
		It's their problem -
		My life is my own,
		My actions whatever I wish them to be,
		My body a tool that will inevitably get dirty -
		So why not now?
		I am mine.

		"But these morals 
		Are not set to hinder freedom,
		But to be border lines 
		For freedom and happiness within safety:
		With eternity in mind.
		No-one is free from having a master."

		I cannot hold these plans
		Dear to my heart any longer -
		For they spell destruction to my respect -
		Respect that I hold onto firmly at present.
		I have bent my knee to the Lord -
		I shall serve Him and not another -
		And by this
		I also serve His cause,
		My friends,
		My faith,
		My enemies,
		His name -
		I cannot play around fickly with my choices -
		Changing service briefly (but often)
		Just because it's easier -
		Although I know he will forgive me
		I would rather not crawl back to Him in shame
		Too many thousand more times.