Why Bother With Us

 They say you left a lot behind

When you came down

You left your home, your crowns

Your robes, your royalty

And that you want to come

Down here and enter into our world

And you want to enter into my life

Why exactly?

Let me tell you about my world

~I drive a 1999 Ford with dented fenders

~I have a two-bit job that pays one bit

~My house is small

~My bank account smaller

~My kids are noisy

~My wife sometimes burns the bacon

You may be disappointed

with what you see

I’m not much

I’m no prize

I’m just one of your poor creatures

Shuffling along trying to make it

I suppose we could

make room for one more

But why?

Why bother with us

We’re just poor … ornery … sinners

In need of … a savior

You would really go to all that trouble?

We’re not rich, we’re not living in opulence

We sometimes fight, we have daily jobs

We have mundane conversations

We have crappy pictures on our walls

Why bother with us?

... And the answer comes!

I come to bring you light

I come with joy and peace

I have come to rescue you

Rescue you from yourself

And the workings of your own mind

I come to bring life to your existence

I come to offer you redemption

I come to have a relationship with you

You see, I Love You Very Much ...

And I like you too.

If you will make room

I’ll make my home with you

If you call

I will answer

If you ask

You will receive

If you seek

I will be found

If you knock

I will open the door

Yes – I Love You.

That is enough reason

For me to come down.

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