The God I used to know
The God I used to know
was there to give me comfort
no matter where I'd go.
Repenting of my wickedness His mercy He would show.
Utterly deflated. Nowhere left to go.
I look to Him to send His wind. I wait for Him to blow.
Times of special sweetness. His love I knew I felt.
Even when He smote me and slapped me with His belt.
Times that He has bathed me in His power from on high,
sworn to me His promises, His hand beneath my thigh.
He was not a stranger to the passions of my flesh.
To make me in His image, His Spirit did enmesh.
I have been betrayed, that I may share His grief.
Will I stay the course in this life so very brief?
The only way that I can see to take this with thanksgiving,
Is to take what David claimed "in the land of the living."
Backward see the twists and turns. I haven't got a clue.
Not even a hint of what He's going to do.
For the lack of a vision the people perish, for thus so says your Word.
I long for your direction Lord, like I've never heard.
Each job to me has been the same bitter cup:
A hopeless impostor who will never measure up.
Crushed and tired, resembling not a man,
raise me up to life anew according to your plan.
The God I used to know
My faith it does remind
of His eternal nature
to which I'm often blind.
Accuse me not, you wicked tongues, He said He never knew you.
Him I say I used to know, you say you know Him: Do you?
"The God I used to know" I will say as oft I need to.
For in my heart of hearts I know exactly Who that leads to.
The God I used to know is a God of revelation:
My understanding needs to grow, it's time for a vacation.
I'm willing to submit to Him my image of his being,
that He may prove His faithfulness beyond my current seeing.