"WON'T YOU TELL ME THE GOSPEL STORY?"

by Ron Ginther

Won't you tell me the Gospel Story

my ears have never heard?

At church they teach us religion,

that Adam and Eve didn't sin, just erred.

Pastor doesn't say they rebelled and the penalty was death,

he just proclaims God's gracious forgiveness,

for whatever mistake we make up to our last breath.

No one need repent, to ask Christ in their hearts and be reborn,

it's all taken care of-- that lie, sex outside marriage, that problem you may have with porn.

To preach and and point the finger at each person's sin--

he knows redemption and Slaughterhouse religion are not what draw the people in.

We have tons of programs, camp and Sunday school.

I sing in a choir and we wear tee shirts that make us look cool.

Still lots of kids I know drop out-- true,

so our Youth Pastor has to think up always something new we can do.

We're 21st century Stadems--

we've progressed a long, long way--

even if we left behind faith

and the Bible in the Old Country of Norway!

Yet we're always busy doing things,

at school, or church, or hanging out with friends. Drugs, sex--it's all being done.

Cheating in class? Am I gay?-- It depends.

Nowadays we make up our own life philosophy.

And Jesus? He's an option available presently.

If something better ever comes into view,

then Jesus can go and we'll choose something new.

After all, we learned this from teachers and pastor too:

Jesus sinned just like us, and there's no Devil, no hell for me and you.

We all go to heaven

no matter what we believe.

God is good, we're all good--

would our teachers and pastor deliberately deceive?

Yet sometimes I have to wonder

if my life is right or wrong.

Does there really exist a Jesus like in an old-fashioned Gospel song?

At camp we sang of peace and love,

tolerance and diversity.

We sang and gorged on Smorrs until past midnight

as the sparks from the fire flew up to the stars shining bright.

Then back on the bus we partied and raised a little hell.

I soon forgot all that peace and love that my grandparents knew so well.

My friends don't go to any church--

so why should I?

I can make my own SEARCH.

I can text and blog and show my stuff.

We all do the same thing,

but it's never enough.

So if you should ever see me--

you know, on my page at Facebook--

won't you tell me that old Gospel Story,

the one from my grandparents' Bible and songbook?

If you know why my heart feels so empty,

won't you tell me what I'm leaving out?

I've got everything kids have at my age,

but even God, does he exist? I've started to doubt.

Won't you tell me that old Gospel Story?--

Just in case I took a wrong turn in the road?

I've done some things for which I'm sorry,

and I feel like I'm carrying a heavy load.

If you know how I can find in my heart real rest,

tell me, please, am I making myself a pest?

You seem to have something that I know I don't have--so please,

if you'll only tell me what it is,

I'll even pray on my knees!

Won't you tell me the Gospel Story

my ears have never heard?

All I've ever known is religion, I've never heard a saving Word.

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