If God walked up to me right now, and tapped me on the shoulder, what would He see?
Would He see His reflection? Or just scars and rejection?
Would He see the gold that He's placed deep within?
Or, would He just hear excuses for my many ways to sin?
Would he point out the ways I whined when I felt
He just didn't hear me when I cried out for help?
Would he just stand there watching, shaking His head
As I made more excuses for staying in bed.
No, He's not like that; He's gentle, He's kind,
Yes, He will forgive, but these faults, He does mind.
Can't take Him for granted, He will stand as Judge,
From these stubborn insanities, I will have to budge.
For on the last day, I'll still have to bow,
Believer or not, I'm telling you now,
This life that I'm living, may not be perfected,
But I'm striving so that I will hear that I won't be rejected.
I want to hear from His lips, "My servant, well done,
The battle is over, the victory is won!"
But for now what I have to do is get out of bed,
'Cause this life that I'm living, still has to be led...
