Who Are You?

WHO ARE YOU (Psalm 24)

Who in the world are you?

You think you can just waltz up on God’s mountain,

Right into his presence, no reverence as you please?

Pleeeease!

You’re talkin’ bout The One who used earthquakes to shape what we see

He grouped H2O molecules to form the seas

Plate tectonics? ..... yeah, that was His idea

The earth and all within it

Was His from the beginning

He thought it up

Birthed it, then brought it up

He formed the mighty Nile with his pinky fingernail

Painted the varied hues of autumn leaves with a single thought

So, I ask again, “Who in the world are YOU”?

To be so vain as to think yourself in the same vein as the Pierced One

Do you possess clean hands, unmarred by scars?

Unclaimed by hate?

Not yet dipped in and soaking in.... sin?

Do you rightfully claim a pure heart?

Upon whose walls are no tell-tale signs of gossip?

Within whose rooms can be found

No festering, lingering anger of years past?

Dare I ask,

If there be resentment stored up in its cellars

For later use?

From the abundance of the heart

The mouth speaks

When’s the last time you called someone stupid or fool or moron?

That verbalization is a commentary on

YOU more than them

So I ask again,

"Who in God’s world are *you*?”

Are you the one with clean hands and a pure heart?

For it is *that* one who will receive the blessing

Of his presence, approach with reverence

Tilt your heads upward oh, lowly ones

For high above you is the Holy One

Selah

And who in the world am I?

Just like you, I am no one.