To Whom be the Glory?


There once was a castle in which lived a King

Whose hundreds of subjects would stand up and sing

But who, upon asking would gladly admit

They didn’t believe in the lyrics one bit.

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! But we talk to Him not.”

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! How to pray we forgot.”

“O come now”, they ask, “do you really believe

This King wants to meet us? Oh, do not deceive.”

The castle was glorious, with flowers adorned

But oh, how the Bible was secretly scorned

By many who serve there, e’en up at the top

While shows of respect for that King just don’t stop.

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Let the music go on.”

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! We must not be outshone.”

“Don’t know if He likes it but don’t truly care;

If you ask directly, we don’t think He’s there.”

The King, so determined, and shedding a tear

Keeps speaking and hoping somebody will hear.

Will someone pursue Him? Will somebody seek

His will and His purpose, though seen as a freak..?

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Though his word is not true…”

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Keep admiring the view.”

“He’s quite inconvenient; look how good are we

Show’ng up ev’ry Sunday – indebted is he!”

The sick need a doctor, but they’re in good health

Dependent on houses and cars and their wealth.

The King wants to offer them life and much more;

They don’t want to hear it or see what’s in store.

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Though he won’t do our will.”

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! No, we will not sit still.”

“Don’t ask us to wait on him nor to obey:

Here in our own comfort zones we’ll gladly stay.”

Yes, he sees the heart of each woman and man

And knows their deep thoughts such as no human can.

Will he take our music and liturgy for

A genuine off’ring, or will he ask more?

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! I believe all’s not lost.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Who can melt any frost.

O God, full of mercy, who softens each heart,

Please show us we need You and help us restart!

O Father eternal, put us in our place

And humble us, Lord, as we seek now Your face.

Help us not to brag of how well we all serve,

But ponder anew what we truly deserve.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! He has paid the full price.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Such a great sacrifice!

Forgive us, good Lord, for our sin and our shame;

Teach us to wholeheartedly call on Your name.

Lord God, come and set us on fire with your love

And lead us in ways of your Kingdom above.

Help us to surrender, to give every part

And bid you to sit on the throne of each heart.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! He’s not done with us yet!

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! O, he will not forget!

I beg you to cleanse us, forgiving our greed

And out of these mindsets you surely will lead!

Written March 2018 (by Kat Gibson).

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