I picture my heart
like a cartoon character
with Betty Boop legs,
tapdancing around,
shuffling off to Buffalo
How many times must I learn
that I cannot elevate anyone
above God?
That I am not to worship idols?
My heart has no place with them
God and I are not that different
after all
He is a jealous God
and we are all made
in His image
So why would I
trade Him
for some wooden idol
or absurd image
that cannot compare?
Why do I let my heart
wander off
when it really belongs to God?
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 8:31 AM UTC
I picture my heart
like a cartoon character
with Betty Boop legs,
tapdancing around,
shuffling off to Buffalo
How many times must I learn
that I cannot elevate anyone
above God?
That I am not to worship idols?
My heart has no place with them
God and I are not that different
after all
He is a jealous God
and we are all made
in His image
So why would I
trade Him
for some wooden idol
or absurd image
that cannot compare?
Why do I let my heart
wander off
when it really belongs to God?
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