If I submit to you completely,
   will there be nothing left of me?
Must I say goodbye forever,
    to my individuality?

I'm struggling with my faith, Lord.
  This can't mean what it seems.
Please send me your divine answer,
   I'll be listening in my dreams.

I dreamed I lived in an apartment
  inside a hollowed out tree.
It was dark, dirty and scary,
  and I wanted to flee.

A friend showed me an apartment
  in a house's second floor.
There were so many steps before
  I finally reached the door.

Light, bright and airy
  and so big inside.
This would be such a joy to live in
  I thought, smiling wide.

Then I saw the kitchen, and
  my heart sunk low.
Only a tiny fridge and microwave -
  the rest was down below.

Although it is so beautiful, there were
  so many stairs,
And I couldn't take my meals alone,
  I'd need the owner downstairs.

I'll pass on this and wait a while
  for a better deal.
Too bad about the stairs and kitchen
  or this would have been ideal.

I awoke from my dream in agony
  with one paralyzing thought.
Oh, my Lord, what have I done?
  I could have chosen you - and did not.

Awakening brought clarity to my mind,
   soul and heart.
There are only two options
  I realized with a start!

There is no better deal to wait for,
  I must choose between the two.
A Godless life in a hollowed out tree
  or a second floor apartment - brand new.

The many steps show my walk in faith -
   that it isn't a free ride.
And I thought "I can do the footwork,"
  if Christ is by my side.

The microwave and lttle fridge showed
  I could have snacks on my own.
For real sustenance, however,
  I must dine with the owner of the home.

Dine with Christ? Break bread with Jesus?
  I'd do that in a flash!
"I will live here forever!" I thought,
  my heart beating fast.

Then I came to know two things about Jesus,
  for which I love him best of all.
The first is that the apartment was a blank canvas,
   not even an inside wall.

Mine to construct, furnish and decorate
  through my own creativity.
He actually wanted and encouraged
  my individuality.

And the second, the dearest, is that
  he left the choice my own.
He answered my prayers, showed me my options,
  but left me to choose my home.