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Who is this that you follow,
This picture of the American dream?
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side,
or fall down and worship at His holy feet?
Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion,
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins?
But the Word says He was battered and scarred,
Or did you miss that part?
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him.
Cause my Jesus bled and died.
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these.
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable.
So which one do you want to be?
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church,
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet.
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud,
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd,
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud.
I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!
Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity.
I want to be like my Jesus,
But I'm not sure what that means,
To be like You Jesus.
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me.
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like my Jesus..
I'm finally figuring part of what's wrong with me. I've been wrestling with stuff for so long now, back and forth, with myself, God, family, friends...But honestly, I come to this point every so often, and I just get sick of it all. I get so caught up in the "living for God" that I'm not even doing anything anymore. I'm sick of it. And that's just it. I'm only feeling this way because I don't like it. It's not about loving people or sacrifice or obedience. 95% of my Christian walk has been totally centered around me. Myself. Do I trust God right now? Am I OK with where He's taking me? Can I even feel Him?
I think I'm finally at the point now where I CANNOT do that anymore. I'm starting to lose some of my passion here again, because I've been so focused on what I need to do and nobody else, and that scares me. If I have no passion, what can I do? And if I'm not giving something of myself, how can I even get any passion? That's the problem. Angie, you have got to stop worrying and beating yourself up constantly and start giving. I have dreams..I need to really start acting on them. I could have some really awesome opportunities waiting for me right now..youth group..Cru..What am I going to do with this? I want to give of myself. I want to live a life of passion.
I've met a lot of really great people here at OU, especially through Campus Crusade. And some of them have some very different views than what I've been around pretty much my whole life, but it's being a real learning experience. I love the heart these guys have for people in general. They go down to Detroit and hand out blankets on a Saturday afternoon. They take homeless people out to lunch and hang out in Pontiac. Then they come back to the college world and talk to other students about God. Because God is relevant here, in the midst of all of the drunks and homosexuals and drunks. We are called to loved the outcasts, the ones the world just loves to hate. And honestly, isn't that what Jesus did? He isn't this perfect painting that we've grown so accustomed to seeing in our stained glass churches and Bible storybooks. I'm realizing that so much more now. He hung out with the homeless people who hadn't showered or changed their clothes in who knows how long, and He loved them. He was dirtied, bloodstained and rejected. That's my Jesus. That's what I want to be.
This picture of the American dream?
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side,
or fall down and worship at His holy feet?
Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion,
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins?
But the Word says He was battered and scarred,
Or did you miss that part?
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him.
Cause my Jesus bled and died.
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these.
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable.
So which one do you want to be?
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church,
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet.
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud,
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd,
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud.
I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!
Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity.
I want to be like my Jesus,
But I'm not sure what that means,
To be like You Jesus.
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me.
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like my Jesus..
I'm finally figuring part of what's wrong with me. I've been wrestling with stuff for so long now, back and forth, with myself, God, family, friends...But honestly, I come to this point every so often, and I just get sick of it all. I get so caught up in the "living for God" that I'm not even doing anything anymore. I'm sick of it. And that's just it. I'm only feeling this way because I don't like it. It's not about loving people or sacrifice or obedience. 95% of my Christian walk has been totally centered around me. Myself. Do I trust God right now? Am I OK with where He's taking me? Can I even feel Him?
I think I'm finally at the point now where I CANNOT do that anymore. I'm starting to lose some of my passion here again, because I've been so focused on what I need to do and nobody else, and that scares me. If I have no passion, what can I do? And if I'm not giving something of myself, how can I even get any passion? That's the problem. Angie, you have got to stop worrying and beating yourself up constantly and start giving. I have dreams..I need to really start acting on them. I could have some really awesome opportunities waiting for me right now..youth group..Cru..What am I going to do with this? I want to give of myself. I want to live a life of passion.
I've met a lot of really great people here at OU, especially through Campus Crusade. And some of them have some very different views than what I've been around pretty much my whole life, but it's being a real learning experience. I love the heart these guys have for people in general. They go down to Detroit and hand out blankets on a Saturday afternoon. They take homeless people out to lunch and hang out in Pontiac. Then they come back to the college world and talk to other students about God. Because God is relevant here, in the midst of all of the drunks and homosexuals and drunks. We are called to loved the outcasts, the ones the world just loves to hate. And honestly, isn't that what Jesus did? He isn't this perfect painting that we've grown so accustomed to seeing in our stained glass churches and Bible storybooks. I'm realizing that so much more now. He hung out with the homeless people who hadn't showered or changed their clothes in who knows how long, and He loved them. He was dirtied, bloodstained and rejected. That's my Jesus. That's what I want to be.