My friend Sam posted a blog about a song by Foolish Things. I listened to the song on repeat for about 30 minutes and was touched by the sincerity of the lyrics:
Forgive me
Forgive me when my prayers have come to you,
Grosser than the things confessed,
Reeking with emptiness.
Forgive me when religion’s been my god,
And all that I do, that denies you are there,
But you’re there.
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Forgive when I’ve come to pray to you,
Just to get it done, before I run,
away from you.
Forgive when I’ve merely said the words,
And severed devotion from all of my emotions.
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
It took your blood to bring me to the place,
Where I could meet you face to face,
So let me claim the promise true,
And bring myself to talk to you
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Did I forget what you’d given me?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Did I forget you were living in my heart?
…living in my heart.
Forgive me when my prayers have come to you,
Grosser than the things confessed,
Reeking with emptiness.
It’s interesting how quickly we point our finger at the Pharisees and denounce them hypocrites (which they are) and yet we fail to see our own hypocrisy… we pretend that we have this Christianity thing down, that we are already sanctified, that our offerings to Christ are worthy. Yet, more often then not, my prayers are just ramblings, not coming from the heart, but from some concept of obligation on my part to pray. Definitly “reeking with emptiness”. How good to know that God’s goodness is not dependent on my response to it. Even when I am ignorant, or just plain self-centered, the Lord is good and He chooses to bless us, unworthy as we are.
Forgive me
Forgive me when my prayers have come to you,
Grosser than the things confessed,
Reeking with emptiness.
Forgive me when religion’s been my god,
And all that I do, that denies you are there,
But you’re there.
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Forgive when I’ve come to pray to you,
Just to get it done, before I run,
away from you.
Forgive when I’ve merely said the words,
And severed devotion from all of my emotions.
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
It took your blood to bring me to the place,
Where I could meet you face to face,
So let me claim the promise true,
And bring myself to talk to you
Did I forget you were listening?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Did I forget what you’d given me?
Could I deceive the one that’s given me my heart?
Did I forget you were living in my heart?
…living in my heart.
Forgive me when my prayers have come to you,
Grosser than the things confessed,
Reeking with emptiness.
It’s interesting how quickly we point our finger at the Pharisees and denounce them hypocrites (which they are) and yet we fail to see our own hypocrisy… we pretend that we have this Christianity thing down, that we are already sanctified, that our offerings to Christ are worthy. Yet, more often then not, my prayers are just ramblings, not coming from the heart, but from some concept of obligation on my part to pray. Definitly “reeking with emptiness”. How good to know that God’s goodness is not dependent on my response to it. Even when I am ignorant, or just plain self-centered, the Lord is good and He chooses to bless us, unworthy as we are.
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