...in essence...

In essence my life makes sense,
Is it because I confess?
Is it because I digress from the wicked ways?
Is it because I relent to suppress the urge to indulge in a wicked world?
In Your presence my life is in essence,
the incense at the altar,
I need to offer a living sacrifice,
that will oppress my flesh,
To deny my flesh is to suppress,
To give myself is to confess,
that You are Lord.
Lord over my life,
giving my life true essence,
in Your presence,
Let it not be that I obsess,
of the intricate worldly things,
For they will NEVER make me whole.
But let me be sure to place myself in Your presence,
for my life to find and keep that vast essence.
My day of reckoning is known to You and You alone,
Yes, it is my duty to remain in Your presence,
and have a true servant's worth,
offer my service to You,
worship You in spirit and in truth,
For then and only then,
will my life have the true essence
in faith,
By Your grace.
...and in Your presence.