What would I do, what would I say
If God stood before me, here, today?
Would I run to greet Him, offer a ‘worship song’?
Maybe enquire into His return saying, “Lord, how long?”
Would I find excuses for all I haven’t done?
Could I explain my sin away as ‘just having fun’?
Maybe bring someone to meet Him, for the first time ever
And even though He’s already promised, ask Him to stay forever
I wonder if I’d ignore Him, like I do most other days
Or if I’d try to fool Him with some cliche phrase
Maybe I’d jump and shout and excitedly rejoice
Then try to impress Him with some wise discourse
I’d proudly display my gold-plated hay and stubble
I’d thank Him for protecting my little spiritual bubble
I’d probably ask Him why it’s me who always suffers
Then ask Him to provide for widows and those without mothers
Then I’d tell Him about the situation found within my church
That if there’s anything to be done, it’s for me that they search
Because nobody does anything and if somebody does, it’s me
So I’m sorry about missing quiet-times, the reason is plain to see
A 1000 things I could say and do; 2000 things or more
Yet if God really stood before me, as dead I’d hit the floor.
The God who formed the mountains with just a simple Word
Who declares to men His thoughts and renders their wisdom absurd
Who destroys the enemies of holiness with just the breath of His lips
Who holds the universe in His hands, balanced, unable to tip
So what could I say in the face of His awesome presence?
What could I do that wouldn’t reek of vile pretence?
What would I do?
Words fail me…
Therefore, thus I will do to you, O Israel;
Because I shall do this for you,
Prepare to meet your God, O Israel.
For behold, He who forms the mountains and creates the wind
And declares to man what are His thoughts,
He who makes dawn into darkness
And treads on the high places of the earth,
The Lord God of Hosts is His name.