You know what's funny?

We call ourselves Christians but there is no Christ found in ourselves.

Bible,Crazy LoveRadical,The Shack and countless books fill up the shelves 

but at the end of the day only our minds scream out "JESUS!" and our hearts shout out "evil"

We praise Your name on Sundays and the next moment on the road we say "God damn"

and if we were to be tested going into heaven no one would pass that exam.

John 14:6, Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life"

but we still think if we are "good enough" to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. 

Honestly, I don't know who I am doing this for: me or HIm?

In 1 Corinthians 10:31, "So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God."

So I say this, in our vulnerabilities, He still died on the cross for us

but not for us, but for you specifically.

And we'll never understand,

all the things He planned.

But I still sing,

for He is greater than I am.

In order for Him to increase, I must decrease.








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