Far From Your Heart
Would it hurt to stay with
Me one hour?
Can’t you stand to sing the last refrain?
You sit there staring at your watches
Don’t you know you’re causing Me more pain?
Did you really think I’d
never notice?
That’s because you don’t believe I’m here
I sat beside you Sunday morning
And you never knew that I was near
I’m close to your
lips
(when you’re cursing My name)
Far from your heart
(and you worship Me in vain)
Close to your lips
Far from your heart
Your heart
Twenty four times seven
hours I give to you
And you act like one’s a sacrifice
You’re only going through the motions
But your heart is always somewhere else
That’s how you value what I’ve done for you
This is how you show Me that you care
Your empty words will perish with you
Because your heart was never there
I’m close to your
lips
(when you’re cursing My name)
Far from your heart
(and you worship Me in vain)
Close to your lips
Far from your heart
Your heart
All I ever really wanted
All I ever really wanted
Words
and Music by Karl Kohlhase
© 2003 karl kohlhase
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STORY BEHIND THIS SON...
(Read Matthew 15:7-9)
"You hypocrites, rightly did Isaiah prophecy of you,
saying, 'This people honors Me with their lips, but their
heart is far from Me. But in vain do they worship Me, teaching
as doctrines the precepts of men.'"
No more lip service. No more going through
the motions. No more superficial spirituality. No more empty
words that have no meaning in our hearts. God is calling
His people to go deeper. He's calling us to examine our
hearts and to give Him something real.
I remember once when I was a Freshman
in Bible College. I heard all these seminarian types saying
their long, flowing prayers. I wanted to pray like that.
So I started to emulate them. My prayers got more long-winded
and used more theologically impressive terminology, but
I felt myself growing further from the Lord. I was drying
up spiritually.
A real breakthrough happened one night
when I got all alone in a prayer room and offered this simple–but
real–prayer.
"Hi, God. It's me....Karl."
It was as though I had taken off a mask,
and there I was in the presence of the Lord. From that one
little prayer a relationship started to develop, and my
soul started to learn the spiritual feast that is to be
had when one is sincere, open and honest with his Maker.
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