Our Own Little World

Looking down from Heaven
It must be hard,
Knowing you created everything
And still you are not asked to be a part.

We rush through our busy lives
Not even thinking about you.
Yet you stand upon Heaven’s throne
Just wanting us to follow through
On what we promised you Sunday morning.
It soon becomes obvious what we are adoring.

We are more enamored with this world
The glamour, the glory, the glitz.
Instead of spending time with you,
We would rather watch NFL Sunday morning blitz.

However, you are not angry, but sad.
You want us to know the crazy love for us you have.
If only we could block out the world’s noise,
And rid ourselves of our golden calf:
The sin the popularity the possessions.
We love this world too much.
If push came to shove we would rather
Keep you out of our lives than experience your touch.

Can we free ourselves of this Christianity,
A religion that brings no change?
Transformational Christianity has become
A concept much too strange

We cannot sit in church for an hour and half:
The seats are too hard; the people are too mean.
We forget the reason we go to church,
But rather come to this building of stone to be seen.

All the while God is calling out,
“Please worship me, maybe a little shout!”
We do not hear him,
For we are trapped in our own little world.
Hiding behind the pretense of a pastor and a steeple,
For Satan has fiery darts at us hurled.

Pride, materialism, and apathy have control over us,
But the saddest of these fates
Is that we ourselves do not know the position we are in,
that with open arms around the corner God waits.

When the Creator of the universe is calling,
We treat Him like one of our many elves.
Break free from this stale form of Christianity
Where we place God below ourselves.

God is worthy of the total devotion of our lives.
Let us remember to keep God in His proper place
As the Lord of everything we are, for then we will
Experience change when we truly learn to seek his face.