Minister GUC - Knowing You Lyrics

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Minister GUC - Knowing You (Official Video)

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I’m still shaking off the dirt from where I’ve been. You know that feeling when you finally make it back through the front door, but you’re terrified to sit on the furniture because you’re covered in the filth of the pig pen? That’s where I am with Minister GUC’s "Knowing You."

Most people want a god who makes them feel shiny, but when GUC sings, "Rid me of the pride of this world / So that I can see you clearly," he isn't asking for a blessing. He’s asking for a surgical procedure. And man, that cuts deep.

When you’ve lived the way I have, pride is the only thing you’ve got left to hide behind. It’s the armor you wear when you’ve burned every bridge and you don't want anyone to see how scared you actually are. You hold onto your ego like a weapon because if you let it go, you have to admit you’re empty. But GUC doesn't pray for a gentle nudge. He prays to be stripped.

That word—stripped—it’s violent. It’s what Paul meant in Philippians 3 when he talks about counting everything as loss for the sake of knowing Christ. I used to read that and think it was poetic, something you’d write on a card. Now? It feels like having your skin peeled back. I don't want to be stripped; I want to be comfortable. But GUC recognizes that you can’t have both. You can’t hold onto the "pride of this world" and actually look the Father in the eye at the same time. The light is too bright. It burns through the cover-ups.

There’s this line, "Lord I wanna know you / Better than I know me." That hit me hard. I’ve spent my whole life obsessing over my own failures, my own patterns, my own misery. I know my "me" inside and out—the ugly, the jagged, the defensive parts. To know Him better than that? That’s a terrifying request. It implies I have to stop obsessing over my own wreckage and start paying attention to the one who’s calling me out of it.

I’m standing in the doorway, the smoke of my own choices still clinging to my clothes. I hear the calling. It’s not a request anymore; it’s an invitation to stop being the center of my own universe. I’m tired of knowing myself. I’m real tired of knowing my own weakness. I just want to know the one who stands there with His arms wide open, waiting for me to finally drop the pride that’s been keeping me in the mud.

It’s messy. It’s definitely not comfortable. But when he sings, "I will answer," it’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt like I might actually be ready to come home. I’m not sure I’m ready for what comes after the stripping, but I’m done trying to fix myself. I’ll let Him do the work. Or at least, I'm trying to.