Sunday, April 5, 2009

Backseat Driver.



I used to stuff God in the back seat

And slap beat

In this car of life that I'm rolling with

Cause I didn't want Him controlling it.

He would whisper sweet blessings in my ear

Just to tell me He's here,

But I'd grip the wheel tighter and persevere.

Then He would courteously convict my conscious

To drive cautious.

So I'd deliberately drive dumb to make Him nauseous.

Knowing nothing would navigate me to His nearness

I thought keeping Him silent was no sweat,

Then He showed me his power, created a storm, and made the roads wet.

Lost control cause conditions were severe,

So God reached over and started to steer.

And He finally shouted through my pains

To show me He reigns even during the rains.

Finally I understood God wanted to use my life

So I surrendered it

Now I see death won't be the end of it.

Instead of spending it

in Hell,

I am free to inhale

No pollutants, just unblemished heaven air alone.

Thanks to the Heir of the throne,

Whose death on the cross atones

For the sins that you and I inevitably own.

Sometimes we forget since Eden we've been totally depraved

So it took the sacrifice of an eternal being to be eternally saved.



just a late night quickie...

had to put the brain juice
to good use.

4 comments:

  1. doode!! i dont know how to delete my other one.. i thought i was just changing the style of my page, but i guess i made more than one! hahaha

    ReplyDelete
  2. wordd. So wassup, spoken word in the Berks? We'll have our own session at the apt. =P

    ReplyDelete