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You want God when your own throne cracks,
when the life you controlled starts fighting you back,
then suddenly “Jesus” is all on your tongue,
but once He restores you, you go back where you’re from.
You want rescue without surrender,
want the fire gone, not the heart made tender,
want His hand when your strength runs thin,
then shut the door when He wants to come in.
That ain’t faith, that’s convenience dressed in prayer,
wanting God on demand but not God everywhere.
You want mercy loud when judgment gets near,
then silence His voice when the coast looks clear.
No.
He is not the God of your breaking point only,
not a name you remember when the throne gets lonely.
If He is Lord, then let Him be Lord
when you need nothing, want nothing, fear nothing more.
Monday.
Jesus, I belong to You.
Tuesday.
Jesus, I belong to You.
Wednesday. Thursday.
Still my heart belongs to You.
Friday. Saturday.
Nothing has to break for me to run to You.
Sunday.
I will lift my voice and say:
Not one day.
Not some days.
Jesus...
Every day.
Some want Christ as a cure, not King,
want the cross for protection, not the cost that it brings.
Want grace when the consequence walks through the door,
but holiness? Suddenly nobody’s sure.
Want “Lord, forgive me,”
not “Lord, refine me.”
Want “come and save me,”
not “come redefine me.”
Want Heaven behind them when battles begin,
but don’t want Heaven touching the places within.
That’s the part nobody puts in the chorus,
we love when He’s for us, get quiet when He forms us.
Matthew six, thirty-three,
read it again if the truth cuts deep:
“But seek ye first the kingdom of God...”
Not after the wreck.
Not after defeat.
Not when every other god you trusted
is finally dead at your feet.
Seek Him first.
Before the need.
Before the fear.
Before you bleed.
First when you’re empty.
First when you’re full.
First when your flesh says,
“I’m in control.”
Because worship ain’t panic with Heaven attached,
and prayer ain’t a weapon you grab when attacked.
You don’t know God by screaming His name in the fall,
you know God by walking with God through it all.
Monday.
You can have my heart.
Tuesday.
You can have my heart.
Wednesday. Thursday.
Every hidden part.
Friday. Saturday.
You were God before the trouble ever started.
Sunday.
And when Sunday fades away...
Monday.
I’m still Yours.
Tuesday.
Still Yours.
Wednesday. Thursday.
Still Yours.
Friday. Saturday.
Still Yours.
Sunday.
Seven days.
One Lord.
Don’t give Him scraps and call it devotion.
Don’t give Him storms and withhold every ocean.
Don’t give Him wounds while your crowns stay protected,
then call it surrender because tears were collected.
Give Him the throne.
Give Him the key.
Give Him the version of you nobody sees.
Give Him your yes before terror says pray.
Give Him your life before life gets taken away.
Monday. Tuesday.
Jesus, every day.
Wednesday. Thursday.
Jesus, every day.
Friday. Saturday.
Jesus, every day.
Sunday.
Every day.