Who

How you gonna reckon with a God like this? When you gonna face what you can't dismiss? Whatcha gonna say to the soul kiss that is my God? Fearsome like the sag in a fat man's chair. Sweeter than a patch of Rogaine hair. How do you define what you can't compare? This is my God.

And there's no use explaining what can't be contained.

I'm not following a God I can lead around; I can't tame this Deity. That's why Jesus is the final answer To who I want my God to be. He's who I want my God to be.

How you gonna reckon with a God this great? Why you gonna measure what you can't equate? Whatcha gonna say to the checkmate that is my God? Stronger than the burn of an aftershave. Tender as a burger in your microwave. Rarer than the air in an empty grave. This is my God.

How we gonna work this out? To fabricate a God like this, no doubt, We'd end up worshipping a Christ of our own design. But Jesus doesn't fit that profile; His ways aren't mine.

I'm not following a God that's imagined. Can't invent this Deity. That's why Jesus is the final answer To who I want my God to be. He's who I want my God to be.