Do we know Him?
I think I know you but I don't know you...
I scream out and shout how good you are every Sunday, always arriving on time with my pressed shirt.My black suede shoes are never too shiny, i wouldn't want the girls to think I've over done it now lol.
Note pad and pen strapped by my side ready to hear the gospel and go home feeling refreshed. I whipser to myself "Damm do i feel good". Funny enough a voice says to me "you think you know me but you don’t".
I pay no attention to it as I’m drinking my life away, my eyes fixed on girl who walks by likes she prey. Lustful thoughts thumping through my mind ready to make them a reality,and even though I know it's a sin I'm not really bothered. After all, I'll just pray for forgiveness when I get home simple.
Too tired to pray so I say to myself "another day". i haven't touched the bible this week ; been on the Internet all day humming slow jams, impressed by the amount of girls I’ve got on facebook ,then someone has to go and post a video about God.
I watch it, I feel it, but after an hour its back to the usual. It was only an emotion. That voice comes again this time much more stronger but I’m a stubborn lad, and there's no way I’m backing down now. Forget it, it's just me day dreaming I tell myself.
You see I think I know you but I don't. I get offended when peoplen don't believie in you, I get so fustrated when people show disrespect to our religion. As for me i think I'm doing a good job at least when i do wine a girl or swear at times or lie i go church to make up for it u know I'm good init.
" You think you know me but you don’t know me ". These words trembled through my entire body. My face suddenly changed, and everything went still. The silence in the room was so sharp it started to cut through my guilt and left me in an uncomfortable state.
The voice said to me " Do you love me? Are you thankful that I’ve protected you since the day you were born? You say that you know me but do I know you?
I couldn't speak, my eyes became saddened, and I no longer wanted to see what i had become. I had no answer, I just cried and cried but nobody came to my rescue. The room became dark, and the shadows grew bigger and bigger . I cried out " No, I don’t know you father my life does not reflect you or glorify you. I say that I'm a believer but yet I'm still living the same life". Still there's no reply, and i go on screaming " father i don’t read your word all the time i don’t pray to you all the time nor do i speak the your word to others I'm sorry"
Again there was no reply, just the horrible feeling in my gut like I've killed someone.the tears running down my face spread across the floor, so much pain i'd never felt before was hitting home. The voice spoke again, " Do you want to know me? If so then stop living like the world and embrace me into your heart. If you ever need help or advice call me and I will never let you down, I am always here if you let me in."
So you see, does Jesus Christ know you or are you one of those who think you know Jesus but in truth, you don’t.