The Idol in My Hands

I came dressed in holy pride Kept the rules and walked the line Good teacher, tell me what I lack I wanted stars upon my back

But you looked past the perfect plans Saw the gold inside my hands Lay it down and follow me I felt the weight and kept the key

The idol in my hands held tight Blinded me to greater light

I walked away with treasure near And lost the life I longed to hear

Not by works, not by the rules Even the righteous can be fools Your kingdom asks for heart and throne But idols claim what should be owned

Faith is more than lips that pray, it lays its guards and gold away. The rich may shine, but still they die without the Lamb to justify. The idol in my hands held tight, blinded me to greater light.

I walked away with treasure near And lost the life I longed to hear

We chase the screens and never sleep We count the likes we cannot keep We buy the high, we hide the ape We call it freedom, live on break

But if our glitter falls to dust And all our chests unlearn their crux We’ll find the Christ our hearts resist His worth, whatever we dismiss

The idol in our hands held tight Keeps us blind to greater light Empty hands are richer there Where mercy waits beyond despair

The idol in my hands