It was dark. Music started and I recognized the song. “I can’t sing this,” I thought. “How can I sing this, a song about only worshiping God when I know for a fact that I am struggling with serving and worshiping two gods at this moment? How can I bow down to two completely different gods? How can I sing this song when I know I don’t mean one word of it?”
And I will worship You, Lord
Only You, Lord
And I will bow down before You
Only You, Lord
I noticed beside me my boyfriend had raised his hands. How? I know him, what he’s going through. How can he still sing these words and tell God he will bow down before only Him? I'd love to be like that. Sometimes I am. But most nights that just won’t happen.
I, honestly, could not sit down and tell you who is the one god I worship. But. I don’t know who God is anymore. The one, true God, the one who died on a cross and has scars of His own… I have not the slightest idea of who He is. I don’t know His face. I don’t know His words. I can’t recognize Him. I don’t know who He is.
And it’s just you and me here now
Only you and me here now
No. Maybe You. Maybe me. But I hope You don’t mind that I brought along another god of mine. You see, I want to worship both of you. I still love You, I’ll still bow down. But, I may occasionally have to step aside and spend some time over here.
Doesn’t work like that, does it? It seems like it’d be easier. “Just let me live and do what I want. I’ll come to You when I have nothing else to run to. I’m going to try here first, though.” It won’t happen. I’ve got to choose. One God. Or the other.
Isaiah 28:15c
“...for we have made lies our refuge, and in falsehood we have taken shelter.”
kadi.
And I will worship You, Lord
Only You, Lord
And I will bow down before You
Only You, Lord
I noticed beside me my boyfriend had raised his hands. How? I know him, what he’s going through. How can he still sing these words and tell God he will bow down before only Him? I'd love to be like that. Sometimes I am. But most nights that just won’t happen.
I, honestly, could not sit down and tell you who is the one god I worship. But. I don’t know who God is anymore. The one, true God, the one who died on a cross and has scars of His own… I have not the slightest idea of who He is. I don’t know His face. I don’t know His words. I can’t recognize Him. I don’t know who He is.
And it’s just you and me here now
Only you and me here now
No. Maybe You. Maybe me. But I hope You don’t mind that I brought along another god of mine. You see, I want to worship both of you. I still love You, I’ll still bow down. But, I may occasionally have to step aside and spend some time over here.
Doesn’t work like that, does it? It seems like it’d be easier. “Just let me live and do what I want. I’ll come to You when I have nothing else to run to. I’m going to try here first, though.” It won’t happen. I’ve got to choose. One God. Or the other.
Isaiah 28:15c
“...for we have made lies our refuge, and in falsehood we have taken shelter.”
kadi.
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