Better Questions
January 26, 2008
If You Wanted Me - Todd Agnew
I’ll admit I’m glad we’re not disciples
Out on a lake paralyzed with fright
‘Cause I’m afraid I might have laughed at Peter
Until he stepped into that stormy night
If you wanted me to walk on water
Why’d You make the solid ground seem so right?
I’ll admit I’m glad I’m not King David
Ruling over everything I see
‘Cause I think I’ve fallen for more than Bathsheba
Your creation’s a temptation for me
If you wanted me to love you only
Why’d you make the moonlight sparkle in her eyes?
I’ll admit I’m glad I’m not John the Baptist
In a jail cell waiting for my day to die
‘Cause at least down here I know what we’re chasing
And it’s hard to trust Your dreams are so much better than mine
If you wanted me to die to myself
Why’d you make me fall so deeply in love with life?
If You wanted me to surrender
Why’d You make these hands able to hold on so tight?
And if You wanted me to be like You
Why’d You make me like me?
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Stephen | January 26, 2008 at 4:19 pm
I used to think that loving God was easy. . . now I’m not so sure.
I’m not sure how carnal man is in love with actual life, but it almost rhymes with tight, so I think I know what he’s saying.
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audrey | February 5, 2008 at 4:43 pm
Interesting poem. I like the way it is written and I like the thoughts in it. I think it reflects that ongoing struggle to see with new eyes. I think the longer I am Orthodox (and it has not been long at all) I see how worthless earthly cares are and how short this life is, and how my own dreams apart from God are like dust and ashes. Yet, I still have to die and surrender over and over again; it’s a discipline like brushing my teeth, but I think it gets easier over time and God becomes more and more attractive than anything else the world has to offer. Of course, I think having ongoing major life dissappointments is a huge help in the process of dying to self; so I’m thankful for the dissappointments I’ve had that have helped me die to my own dreams and start dreaming more about God-it has made me much happier in the long run. And now that I’m starting to write a book I think I’ll stop now!
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dratgosy | June 7, 2008 at 3:32 pm
Beautiful.