Wrestling with questions and searching for real answers
We enter through church doors hoping for more than just banter.
If luck would have it to find a church that’s still living
A place filled with broken down sinners even singing.
A place where the Gospel is for the poor and the rich
And sin is still sin but is crossed by God’s Bridge.
It’s then we hear clearly the wrong and the right
Accept His promise of Grace and a fully lived life.
But when the last hand is shaken and smile is contrived
We walk out those doors and drive off in the night.
We drive away quickly because life hasn’t stopped
And whether we know it or not we left God in the box.
What is truest and sad about the God left behind
Is He is the one that can make our tangled life unwind.
We tell Him to stay put and say we’ll be back
Cuz next week we’ll see Him with more sin to unpack.
But what if our life was more than just breaths
Had journeys, lessons, skinned knees like the rest?
And what if this life left more than a taste
Of who God was and how we relate?
Would it matter enough to pause the tic tock of life
Stop, our chaos to see what it’s like?
And if we did find that moment to exhale and breathe
Could our heart handle learning what true beating can feel?
See we’ve trained our simple minds and complex souls
To push on through life’s pain and wintery snows.
But if we ever were brave enough to let God out of that box
We will find there’s a life to fill us that not even Satan can stop.