To Righteousness

I sit in church-I soak it up
The grandeur and the stuff
In those happy hours
I'm caught up in it's power
In those friendly walls
I come, again for more
But after the pomp, the hugs, goodbyes
I've got to live outside
There is where it counts
Where the crowds won't give the nod
Affirm that I love God
There-Gods calling me
Saying that, as his
Out here is where I live
Sure, I want to be his maid
But, I want accolades
Again, I hear the call
He says he wants my all
And corners me to say
Its Him or accolades