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A ‘god’ that I can live with,
In ‘my image’…he must be;
I’ll fashion him…mold and make him,
He will look just like ‘me’.

Sound preposterous…absurd perhaps,
Who could or would do such a thing?
But, isn’t that exactly what we do,
Does it have a familiar ring?

Before we knew the one, true God,
‘We’ were the center of our world;
Everything revolved around ‘us’,
Whether we be man, woman, boy or girl.

Our own efforts not enough,
At our best…inadequate were they;
They looked pretty good to others,
But, what a price ‘they’ and ‘we’…had to pay.

Were you a really good person,
Did your very best…each day?
Did you take all the bows…daily,
Self-righteous…in every way?

Then, came the day when it all crashed,
Down…around our ears it did come;
Well, maybe not quite that bad,
But, exactly like that…for some.

We met a Saviour,
Christ Jesus…His name;
A new person…new creation…we,
Gone was the old…new…we became.

Riding high now…that we are,
On top of the world…you might say;
Just Jesus and of course ‘me’,
We walk and talk each day.

But, as insidious as it might seem,
The ‘me’ began to creep back in;
The things I didn’t want to do,
These very things…I began to do…again.

Subtle…Oh…so subtle,
Little by little…so, I didn’t see,
Until the ‘world’ was piled so high,
Up there, on the throne (again) was ‘me’.

Was I alone…or did I have help,
By those who meant so well;
Those who taught me…actually bought me,
They showed me the ‘god’ they knew so well.

Our ‘god’ was tainted…familiar he,
Why, he looked so very much like ‘us’;
Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference,
Our own instincts…we cannot trust.

Thank God, there came a day,
When our eyes (again) were opened wide;
We didn’t like the ‘god’ we’d created,
From this ‘god’…we’d like to hide.

The one, true God is waiting,
Repentance…all He seeks;
With open arms He welcomes us,
As tears run down our cheeks!

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Nov. 11, 2002

Aimee Love
(LHG)