Thursday, May 26, 2005

[what i worship]

I give lip service to this whole 'God thing'
Coming in here and praying and praising
Lifting up holy hands, bending holy knees,
while looking at my holy watch
But this isn't what I really worship
If you want to see my worship
Don't stand next to me here in this place
Don't look at my words and my prayers
And all of my learned motions that come
Not from my heart, but from what I have seen others do
Don't look at the way I speak, parrot-like, the words I hear others say
If you want to know what I really worship
Walk with me
Follow me
Live with me
Crawl into my head and see where my thoughts go
Go through the days and weeks of my life with me
And see what I worship not by what I say
But by how I live.

You wanna know what I worship?
I worship food
In ways that are far from natural
I think about it most of the day
Chicken, pizza, cheeseburgers, steak and cheese sandwiches,
Hot wings, lasagna, shrimp tacos from Chuy's, mustard on everything, fast food, good food, greasy spoon food, barbeque Dungeoness crab from Joe's Crab Shack, Chic-fil-a waffle fries, Venti No-whip mocha from Starbucks
O great god of coffee, I bow to your caffeinated greatness

You wanna know what I worship?
I worship gadgets
If it blinks and has a power cord I will sing its praise
I will bring it offerings of money and time
O Lord Laptop, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all your 15 inch display
Your wireless net, your cd-rom for burning
I love your power for all the games I play
Then sings my soul, my laptop, god to thee
How Great thou art, How great thou art

You wanna know what I worship?
I worship other people
I may not walk up to you and bow to you
I don't sacrifice live chickens at your feet
But I do worship you
Putting my feelings of self-worth,
of security,
of am I good enough,
of am I smart enough, cute enough, cool enough
In your hands
Spending most of my time trying to find new ways for you to like me
New ways to make sure that you don't leave me
Run from me
Find someone cooler
New ways to make sure you don't
Find someone more fun

You wanna know what I worship?
When you push past everything else
When you stop believing the lies
that even I believe
When you tear off the curtain and show the wizard
For who he really is
When you add up all of the
Time spent
And thoughts spent
And emotions spent
And energy spent
And talents spent
You find the throne of my worship
And on the throne
Sits me
You wanna know what I worship?
I worship me
and I don't want to do it anymore.


At 9:02 AM, Anonymous Jessie Wucher :) said...

Hey, Tom
I loved reading this it is sooooo true! I've had a hard time lately making God my top pririty with the crazyness of summer. But your poem really inspired me to try harder!

At 8:44 PM, Blogger Brian Pestotnik said...

Good poem- convicting and yet insightful.


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