two rooms
in the first room
there’s a man
who believes that he is God
and the crowds throbbing beneath him
offer worship through applause
in the next room
there’s a man
barely breathing, bleeding out
and the heart throbbing within him
offers worship to its God
how can God have these two rooms in His house ?
no matter how I try, I can’t figure it out
one man lives to reject Him
another man dies to protect Him
and there are still more rooms down the hall…
in the third room
there’s a girl
just a moment in this world
and the joy crying around her
offers worship to her God
in the next room
born, but still
just a moment in this world
and the pain crying around her
screaming out the name of God
how can God have these two rooms in His house ?
no matter how I try, I can’t figure it out
one child lives to be dear to Him
another child dies to be near to Him
and there are still more rooms down the hall…
how can He feel so many things at once ?
are they a joke to Him, the things we want ?
how can He give when He lets it get taken away ?
in the big room
down the hall
the place of faith where I learned to crawl
ah, we learn
and then we leave
and we forget to just believe
in Him –
how can I have these two rooms in my house ?
no matter how I try, I can’t figure it out
the room of Fear - no surprise to Him
the room of Love - a delight to Him
and there are so many ways I will fall …
how can God have these two rooms in His house ?
no matter how I try, I can’t figure it out
if I say that I’ll give to Him all I am – gives sin to Him
and there are still more rooms
and there are still more rooms
and there are still more rooms
down the hall..
© 2001 lance saint ash