If I shout to hear the echo isn’t that just proof I wish to hear myself speak?  If my words, confound, expound and entertain do they serve any purpose other than to boost my self-superiority?  Or perhaps I preach to make up for some insecurity complex, thinking myself holier when the Word dances off my lips.  Maybe service isn’t service at all as you see my name plastered on placards, thank you’s and honorable mention throughout the house meant for worship.  Perhaps I can get you to put a spot light upon my silhouette as you admire how I sing to God.  One common overwhelming theme, a whole lotta me.

If I wait until you fill my mouth with the Words you would have me say.  If I start my day upon my knees before I plan my way.  If I dance because your spirit makes me want to jump and shout.  If I get lost within the story then you are what the story’s about.

Have you ever had a servant, steal his master’s place?  Have you ever seen a dead man with a smile upon his face?  Have you ever seen a pit crew member take the cup at the end of the race?  If the camera’s aimed at my glory then glory wasn’t what it was about.

Is there another way to worship Jesus, then doing what he told us to do?  Is there another way to glory then through the door we were told to use?  If I can’t earn my way to heaven then perhaps the other way will have to do.  The only pathway to redemption is to believe that it all is true.

Father remove me from the equation, except for the part where I lend a hand.  When the wars begin and storm is raging give me courage to take a stand.  When the darkness seems to be winning, remind me of the victory you have planned.  If I’ve forgotten every thing else let me focus on facing You.

If I sing let them picture your greatness and all the love you share.  If I talk let it encourage to go where others don’t dare.  When I preach let it excite them about just how much you care.  Let every thing about me point them directly to everything about you.