We say we want You here today,
You know we are not ready.
We think we know You as our Lord,
yet our lives unsteady.
The road is wide the gate narrow,
on this Heavenly path.
Most do not comprehend,
the severeness of You’re wrath.
Our sinful hearts lean towards creation,
the Creator pushed aside.
Our selfishness despised the most,
also known as pride.
On Sunday we arrive at church,
to praise Your Holy name.
Yet watch the clock in eagerness,
it’s time to watch the game.
The angst for You we need to have,
we use on wordly things.
It’s time to stop and recognize,
the true love that You bring.