I sat in front of him...singing together a familiar song. I could hear his voice, gruff and strained. Instead of focusing on the words of the song, my mind wandered to that man.
"Wow, the struggles he faces every day. He must be so tired from the temptations that stalk him all the time. He sounds so desperate...but hopeful. It sounds like he is clinging to every word, realizing that God hears him. He's pouring his heart out. God is working on the broken road that is his life. I am so glad he is here today."
After a moment of contemplating his life of addiction, it finally occurred to me that the song we were singing was not just for him. Although our temptations and sin may look different, my brokenness and desperation for my Savior is no different. My thoughts were describing me, not the broken man sitting behind me.
Waves of thankfulness came over me...thankful to have the privilege of worshipping God WITH this man. His repentant and hopeful heart was a more acceptable sacrifice to God than my wandering mind.
I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk
By your side
I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face
Is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in honor of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine
"I Can Only Imagine" Mercy Me
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