via justin taylor
You might say, I don’t believe in God, but
the bible says not possible,
Everyone has a God, whether or not it’s the
God of the gospel.
You might not believe in God, but everyone
has that one thing that’s king,
Even the dictionary defines God as what “whatever
we make supreme”
It’s a theme, a thread, it’s inside of all
human beings,
The fact we all worship, and no it’s not just
about singing.
I know some of you already like “Jeff I don’t
worship, I put that on the shelf,”
But I say technically we all do, we just
worship ourselves.
We all worship something, and to an object
we’re all liable,
Ladies, to some your boyfriend is your God,
and Cosmo is your bible.
Yet, we mock and we laugh at the Israelites
Golden Calf,
But we do the same right back; it just looks
different than that.
So question, what’s on your throne?
What do you chase so you don’t feel alone?
So what defines you, what do you give
ultimate worth?
And what if taken from you would bring
ultimate hurt?
Now see, that is your God
And all of us, we’ve sacrifice deep joy for
shallow happiness, and honestly we look like fools,
We’re like full grown adults in the kiddie
pool, going “oh man, this is
so cool”
We are slaves to our possessions, we are
always craving something new,
Reality check, if you can’t give it up, you
don’t own it, it owns you.
That’s the bible, it says we’re all
spiritual prostitutes, actually we’re worse.
Because at least prostitutes get paid for
their works,
When all we get paid is a hearse
That’s why worship isn’t just behaviour, it
goes way into our core,
So ask yourself what is your God? What do
you bow down before?
For example some of you in here don’t
worship Jesus, you worship what He said,
Got theology in your head, but in your
heart, poor, pitiful, naked, and dead.
Some worship in stadiums, some worship in
bars.
We worship our possessions, we worship our
cars,
We worship science, or we worship the arts,
But see it don’t matter what clothes your
idol’s wearing, the disease is our hearts
Or guys, how come you always say, “ya I’m a
man, because I’m in control!”
Yet why cant you stop having sex with your
hand, while staring at your macbook pro
Then there’s those guys who trade their
wives for their job at work
Where they give more time to their boss
then their wife’s needs or hurts
And you ladies, no guy can love you more
than jesus already has,
So stop getting your worth from Magic Mike,
Jesus is so much better than that
I know you’re thinking, “so jeff, are you saying we should hate money,
hate drinking, and never have sex.”
No, I’m not saying that. The bible says enjoy it all, in its proper
context.
But now I want to transition, and make a
spiritual incision,
Can you really tell me these things are the
ultimate purpose of living?
Instead of worshipping the Creator of you
and I,
We say screw you God I’ll take your stuff,
but you can die.
But that trade is terrible, trading God for
man
Its like God offers us water, and we say “but
God, this is such good sand!”
You say, “a God that requires me to give up
something” I just can’t fathom,
Yet most are willing to give up everything
for a quick orgasm?
You call me a wimp for running to God when
times get hard,
Yet you do the same, you just run to the
bar.
I mean am I the only one that’s felt that
gnawing within?
Am I the only one that’s felt the weight of
my own sin?
But here’s what’s unique, so go ahead and
critique,
but if hear anything in this poem, hear
this one thing I speak.
Where we exchanged ourselves for God,
thinking we could be Him,
He exchanged himself for us, absorbing all our
sin.
God put on flesh, and do you see how we
treated him?
The ultimate war veteran, because he was
killed for our freedom.
Nonetheless He was thinking of you and me,
with every whip that beat em,
And to think he did that knowing full well
we’d say nah, we don’t really need him.
But like a Father, he couldn’t bare his
children to not be free
So he thought up that tree, paid our fee,
for specs of dirt like you and me
So my plea is let Him restore His proper
place,
I promise you He loves you right now. Just
trust in His grace.
Because before I leave, I’ll leave you with
this
What of those other things you worship took
nails in their wrists?
Or how about when was the last time money
or sex forgave you?
Whens the last time your boyfriend set you
free from all you’re enslaved to?
What else is there that died so you could
be made new?
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