My soul, as are the souls of others, as God chooses, is compelled to love, desire and serve God, no matter what. We falter, we fail, we don’t always know what God thinks or feels about us but we press on as if there is no choice. It is an irresistible and unconscious force in spite of everything.
Loving You, loving You,
Loving You is all I can do.
Even when I’m sad or mad,
Whether You think I’m good or bad,
Loving You is all I can do.
Lethbridge, AB; September 24, 1983 (verse 1)
Wanting You, wanting You,
Wanting You is all I can do.
Even when I’m rich or poor,
Whether it seems I’m not so sure,
Wanting You is all I can do.
Serving You, serving You,
Serving You is all I can do.
Even when I’m weak or strong,
Whether they think I’m right or wrong,
Serving You is all I can do.
Bernalillo, NM; March 1985 (verses 2 & 3)
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In our losses we bore as we forsook all to follow the Lord, we were discovering that "a man's life does not consist in the abundance of that which he possesses." We were also learning about the sovereignty of God, how He is over all and engineers all things according to His will.
I was given this song while ministering to some men in the Prince Albert Correctional in 1976. I cried, and they cried. I felt for them and they with me. God only knows how this song affected them in time.
I think that one of the greatest battles I have ever had has been to forsake family and more particularly my parents, and perhaps most particularly, my father. His draw on my heart was so powerful, so very powerful. In his last years, his state was so pitiable that it was very hard for me to refuse him any wishes. It was agonizing indeed. But he died and was buried on my birthday, April 1, 1985. His death was the morning after I received a vision of the Lord standing up to put a stop to the enemies who were tormenting me. I did not know anything of my father's death until the following morning, or that his death and the vision were related. In his death, I felt loosened, with new freedom and power.