To Pry Open His Hand

Lord did you not say that those who have faith
would do what You did and even greater things?
That you would do for us whatever we asked?
That if we have faith nothing is impossible for us?

The preacher said this is true
That God meant it then and He means it now

But to fully embrace this is like
believing the moons made out of blue cheese
These scriptures make me wonder if I am saved
So I find I tend to push them away--forgive me

But honestly what the heck am I to do?
Reality seems to scream they are wrong
And that God does what He wants despite of us
And that no measure of faith is strong enough
To pry open His hand

God seems more likely to give us a huge mansion
Luxurious cars and the finest toys
Then to write his laws on our hearts
And save us from our sin
Maybe the prosperity gospel nut jobs
Are not as wrong as I thought!

So what about signs and wonders?
What about healing power and miracles?
What about about the power that raise Jesus from the dead
That is suppose to give us dominion over sin?

Doing nothing gets us nowhere
Despite Your unconditional love
Trying gets us nowhere
For we cannot earn your grace
Praying gets us nowhere
Which leaves me wondering what else is there to do!

Oh they say we receive whatever that means
That there is nothing I can do
Because it is all of grace

But wait, but wait! I am not seeing any sign of power
Is that not a sign that somehow I must be good enough?
Oh but wait, but wait! I can't be holy without his power
So that puts me between a rock and a hard place

I lay my head against this wall called doing nothing
I then go bang my head against the wall called striving
All the while I am rotting in this prison cell called self