I honestly don’t know how I feel about the stage

But I do quite resent the idea

That I must live for it

Simply because I’m on it

That I sought it out

That I was willing to stoop low

That I was chomping at the bit to take the lead

That I manipulated others who carried me

As if every background singer

Is just hoping the lead guy drops dead.

I hate that I have to wear that idiotic presupposition

As if every person

Who is burned at the stake

Longed for that fire, wanted it

As if every person

Who once sang a hymn

Just loved hymns to pieces

Or the poor sap

Who’s asked to lead a rockin’ set

Oh, he must love everything modern

So people start conversations like,

“Oh, well I know you don’t like hymns, but…”

Oh, is it so strange

that people just obey

Do what they’re told

Is it just so strange

That for something higher

Say “The Mission”

That someone might

Do whatever it takes

Whether they like it or not

Whether they want it or not

Whether they are good at it or not

Whether it comes naturally or not

Whether it is their dream or not

Just so that some boy or girl or man or woman could know Jesus

Is it just out of the question

That someone could become

All things for all people

So that SOME would be saved

Is it so strange

That a preference

Could be pushed aside, swallowed

For the sake of souls

Would people look

At our dying Savior on a cross

And say. “Well, he got what he wanted!

He was always gunnin’ for that cross

He must prefer it

It is selfish

It is only because he must not care for ease”

Enough, People

We don’t only take up crosses we prefer