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’?
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 somebody to meet Him, for the first time ever,
And 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 cliché spiritual 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 single 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 if 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 face of His awesome presence?
What could I do that wouldn’t reek of vile pretense?
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.