You are Maker of heaven and earth,
You formed us in our mother’s womb,
You knew us from the very beginning,
You thought it good to create us,
Now things have run amuck,
You, the Potter, but we the renegade clay,
Clay that flies off the Potter’s wheel in absurd rebellion,
We have lost their minds,
All we like sheep have gone astray,
We used to curse You and flip You off only in the darkness of night because we thought it safer,
But since we don’t feel Your immediate wrath, we in a dreadful miscalculation now give You the finger in the daylight as well,
It seems everyday our perversion grows and intensifies,
The weight of our sins crushes down heavily upon Your prophets,
Sins of non-Christians and Christians,
Those who attend church and those who do not,
Those kids in youth group, and the kids who aren’t,
By those who disregard Jesus, but with showy pride coveting external appearances hang their sign saying, “God Bless this Home,”
Who can save us from this destruction?
Who can save us from this spiral of death?
Who can save us from this pit of despair?
Who can save us from this extreme self-deception?
Will the roof of the church you grew up in protect you from the wrath of God?
Who can carry this cross of our tangled wicked sins?
Does humanity have plans to re-crucify the Christ?
Does bloodthirsty humanity seek to rise up against it’s Savior Jesus yet again?
With scorn and mockery in our hearts we wear our own crown of jewels and declare ourselves as kings and queens,
We give Jesus our homemade crown of thorns,
It’s our personal touch, hand picked from thorn bushes of our own sinfully overgrown prickly hearts,
Do we not know Jesus is also Judge,
Have we forgotten that the Judge was resurrected?
That the Judge is not finished, but is coming back to judge the living and the dead?
The body count rises, and death knocks at my door,
The Lord Himself raises His bow against me,
His arrows fly true and never miss,
Look, already His bent is bent, poised and aiming!
The prophets of old have told the same tale many times before,
And yet we in arrogance slough off their compassion filled warnings,
We say that’s nonsense and superstitious mumbo gumbo from days long ago,
We have come under the delusion that we are somehow better and more evolved from our Israelite ancestors,
What a self-deceived people we have become!
Where do our church leaders go to find answers for this mess,
Oh CEO pastor where is your strategy,
Oh small church pastor tell me our plan,
Will you introduce to me yet another program to cure my sinful heart and insult me once again?
Where is the cue to my woes?
There is no program for this, only JESUS the CHRIST!
Your plans are godless!
Your plans map out the road to ruin!
Living as manics, completely losing our minds with faith that hides in shadows and corners,
Frenzied hearts, and unsettled souls, you’re children cannot pick out Your voice from the other Master’s we try to serve simultaneously,
John the Baptist’s voice was cut short as his head was cut off,
But grant us Your voice once again we pray,
May Your prophet’s words from long ago still retain a faint echo,
Give us these kinds of eyes,
The eyes to see reality for what it is,
Let us see and wrestle with our condition, and let us see and rest in our Savior Jesus.
