I grew up in the church, so I thought I knew
Jesus Christ “well enough” to pass my way
into heaven; I thought my magnificent works
would be sufficient; how truly lost I was.

I didn’t think I needed to change that much;
maybe just a bit, yes, that would be enough.
I had heard about Jesus Christ my entire life,
so I did not think there was a possibility
of me missing anything significant,
exactly my thoughts.

I didn’t appreciate it when others would try
to “sell” Him to me; I didn’t think that was cool
though I knew I needed more information,
I’d find what I lacked in time
without human intervention.

I thought I knew Jesus Christ, but He did not
know my name, my exemplary works were inconsistent
and insufficient. I had to surrender my life
to Him before it was too late.