There’s an elephant in here,

A 500 pound gorilla.

No one acknowledges their presence,

But they’re stinking up the room.

They represent the questions not just unanswered but unasked

That keep us from becoming me and you.

So many silent secrets…  We keep locked from one another.

The risk is just too great to be ourselves.

Like so many broken toys or unused Sunday china, we rot away our lives upon some shelf.

At our own insistence we pass our way through our existence,

Never living, never loving, never loved.

Content in our correctness we let the lie infect us and trade our “might have beens” for

“Never was”.

“Does daddy really love me?…  He does work hard to buy me things”.

“Is she faithful just because she wears my ring?”

Pondering such quandaries and a half a million more,

Inside our prison walls we become kings.

“Can I really be forgiven?” Preacher says “Yes”, (if I believe).

But he doesn’t know – he cannot understand.

Paralyzed by my dilemma, I choose to go no further,

Sacrificing grace until I can.

A stranger to the faithful, someone came to break the cycle

Of living lies to maintain the status quo.

Unsure of what He stood for, was he fraud or was he God,

Afraid that He’d expose them, they said He’d have to go.

Proving Himself faithful, showing all his way was truthful,

He laid down His life to lay our questioning to rest.

Can it be acceptable, now seeing His example,

That we think we can get by with any less?

We must risk it all

If we’re to be forgiven.

Those cherished lies we cling to that only wait to seal our doom.

We must risk it all 

Or Jesus may have well stayed in the tomb.

There’s an elephant in here,

A 500 pound gorilla.

No one acknowledges their presence,

But they’re stinking up the room.