Thus says the LORD: “Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool; what is the house that you would build for me, and what is the place of my rest?”
I had the privilege of leading music at church for nearly seven years, and during that tenure I wrote this song called “Glorious Disgrace” that reflects on the truth of Isaiah 66:1. You don’t need my songs—You see through my Sunday best. You don’t need my works—to compliment your righteousness. You don’t need my words—my poetry does not impress You, God. You don’t need my faith—You still move despite my doubt; You don’t need my voice—the rocks and trees are crying out; You don’t need my love—that’s not what this is all about, O God. Without Your breath in my lungs, without your words on my tongue, without Your breath speaking all things; without Your blood in my heart, without Your cross as my mark, without Your love in the off’ring: I am nothing.
Friend, God already owned Abel’s lamb and David’s temple and the Magi’s spices and Mary’s perfume and that gift you poured out yesterday, but that’s why His love is so remarkable. He receives our best as though it really is something to Him.