Come to me, my Savior said
Lift your eyes and lift your head
What you think needs help or care
It won’t last, don’t waste a prayer
But what about this thing right here
This, He says, is it – draw near
This is the thing that matters most
Forget your lot, your mind, your boast
My Glory, son, matters most of all
In this pursuit you’ll find your call
Perhaps your lot may fall in line
But only here will you be mine
And so it goes, the toil of life
So much confusion, so often strife
But in the end, it matters not
Forget your self, your life, your lot
There’s another story being told
Of Creator God, the One of old
Of time and space, the universe
Of a garden rich, but then a curse
Of an evil world, destroyed in wrath
Of a remnant saved, a glorious bath
Of a man called out, by faith traveled west
Of a family through whom all will be blessed
Of bondage and slavery, captive then free
Of law from the mountain, of sorrow and glee
Of a king who ruled, mighty and just
Of wisdom and wealth, of fairness and trust
Of a man born lowly, in a dirty cattle stall
Of a servant by choice, the Lord of all
Of Satan and demons, temptation and strife
Of water and blood, of beauty and life
Of the Spirit Himself, here now with us
Of grace and mercy, of One who is just
Of a people called out to reflect His glory
Of a God who saves, this is the story
So in this life, whenever you get down
Consider His glory to remove your frown
Not that your problems will just go away
But by pondering Him, they lose their great sway
Jack Somers 