My pastor called a meeting
He had something to say
A list of things of which we all must turn away
As he read the list through
One item caught me that day
To turn from making idols of sacrifices made
The greatest songs are never heard
The greatest poems are not in words
The greatest drama can’t be seen
On a movie screen
And if there’s no Grammy for your voice
No Nobel Prize or People’s Choice
When you stand before the Holy One
He will say with open arms, “Well Done”
Sometimes I have a habit
Of feeling sorry for myself
I worship the greatness of my contributions
Place my trophies on a shelf
But when I see the cross
And the blood spilled for me
I toss my medals to the ground
And worship at His feet
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
There will never be a substitute
No gift I give or treasure
And nothing will ever mean more
Than just to have His presence
