Do You Really See The Real Jesus?
A gift received with gratitude;
Is a gift that will never be abused
And gratitude will quickly leave;
If this is a gift I donít believe.
The biggest kingdom Iíll ever win;
Is the kingdom my King has put within;
Then, that will spread from within to without
And our town will see what we are about:
Our Fatherís business, like our King foretold;
As well as all the prophets of old;
Forever telling, in so many ways;
So we will be with Him for all of our days;
First, as His son, with power to reign;
As kings, our commission will multiply gain;
Could there be any other purpose in life;
Than response to such a gift;
To know, in fact, that we were born
For such a time as this?
As I step out, a day at a time;
With this ever present on my mind;
How can I think I could ever lose?
It becomes a matter of what I will choose:
Life or Death; Does this sound like Eve?
Do you now understand how she was deceived?
Do you know who you are or will you keep trying;
To attain to whatís freely given?
Whatís the point, then, for Jesus, the man, in dying;
And then, again, to be risen?
After I have done all to stand;
I wonder whoíll get the credit?
Will I even remember itís ďBy His right handĒ;
Or that it was Him that said it?
Iím thinking that Joshua must have had this vision;
To walk as a King and fulfill his commission;
Else, how could he really understand;
That he was well able to take the land:
Like a wise man said, ďGreat reference pointsĒ;
But letís not leave it there;
Iím thinking thereís more to winning this war;
Like...A magnificent love affair.
How many walls have we sung down;
With even technologyís great surround sound?
So, what am I doing here, in this land;
Thatís full of giants and gross?
Certainly not to just survive;
Which is the thinking of most!
The Baton has been passed to run the race;
And subdue Satanís Kingdom before his face;
This durable plan that weíve been placed in;
With Fatherís intention that we will win;
Without the knowledge that I am a son;
Where does the song that Iíll sing come from?
Can you tell, I wonder, what sin really is?
Iíve heard explanations of fruit;
Be careful your answer, you might be exposed;
Few understand this root.
Ignorance of this has built many churches;
Important foundation, Iíd say;
Then, how can I walk with confidence;
And be sure that I know the way?
Without this answered, I suspect;
You are on the road to religion;
And in your struggle to not be depressed;
You try to create a vision.
There will be no song...Just emotional ďhighísĒ;
Iíve observed this kind of foundation;
A powerless song that canít be maintained;
In marriage or in a nation.
How can I possibly know my worth;
The extent of His love for me;
If I donít even know the cost required
And what the guarantee?
Or worse, if I canít even define;
Why He did what He did
And why this is mine.
From where then, will come this gratitude;
That will make me want to please Him?
Again, this question must be defined:
What really, my friend, is sin?