I clutched it to my bosom and I vowed we'd never part,
Though the Spirit dwelled within me, I had self-will in my heart.
I wooed vices that I treasured, attitudes that I held fast,
Though I claimed God was my Master, I still lived as in the past.
Oh, I knew the Christian "language" ~ I could fake it with the best,
I would don my "spiritual vestment" till I looked like all the rest.
I knew scripture upon scripture, I could quote it by the score,
But with all my spiritual know-how, I was living as before.
Sure, I fooled a lot of people, even fooled myself sometimes,
I could hide behind my talent, writing prose and making rhymes.
But when cards were on the table, when it came to push-or-shove,
Was my heart so full of scripture that it had no room for love?
If my faith were just examined, would I find it true to God?
Did I look to Him for self-worth, or was my faith a facade?
Was I more concerned with how I looked to others here below,
More concerned with reputation, earthly things and worldly show?
O, dear Lord, look deep inside me, bare the things I try to hide,
Rip out all my pompous nonsense, my self-righteousness and pride.
Take my stubborn willful attitudes, old vices that I nurse,
Blot out hates and hurts and hang-ups, and the complaints I rehearse.
Take this mask made of hypocrisy and make me look within,
Take my past filled with self-pleasure, Lord, and make me see its sin.
Like it says within the scripture, Father, make my spirit new,
So that I'll forget about myself, and dwell on pleasing You!
"And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily,
as to the Lord, and not unto men."
(Colossians 3:23 KJV)