Man and God cooperating in creation |
What I’ve observed is that whatever their declared theology, when hymn writers set their quill to paper to write a hymn of praise to God they feel constrained to extol the free mercy of God in Christ. But I have long wondered what a hymn would sound like written by someone who believes that God and man are in a responsible partnership in salvation. So I attempted to project myself into the theology of synergism (which is actually so much easier than any of us really wants to admit) and out came this:
I praise and worship Father thee
Since I have chosen free
To bow before your majesty
By my own liberty.
O God of fairness, with my voice,
I praise you for my choice!
The Father leaves us, every man,
To choose him if we can;
My will he never violates
While passively he waits.
O God of fairness, with my voice,
I praise you for my choice!
The Son who did his best for all
Leaves me alone to call;
Along with all the human race,
I’m left to choose my place.
O God of fairness, with my voice,
I praise you for my choice!
The Spirit draws—but not too much;
My will he’ll never touch,
But leaves me free to choose my faith,
The captain of my fate.
O God of fairness, with my voice,
I praise you for my choice!
It would not make a bit of sense
To earn my recompense,
If I don’t have ability,
My free will and my liberty.
O God of fairness, with my voice,
I praise you for my choice!
With apology, by Douglas Bond, January 29, 2012
As has been observed before, people never pray Arminian . . .
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I praise and worship Father thee
Only because you chose me
And though you gave us liberty
It effects in no way eternity
O God who controls every move
I praise you for your choice.
The Father selects us, everyone
Because none can choose, not even one
Intentionally he controls our every move
As we dangle on strings he alone can pull
O God who controls every move
I praise you for your choice
The Son who did his very best
Accepts the chosen, rejecting the rest
And the chosen roam among the deserving damned
To remind them of God’s limited plan
O God who controls every move
I praise you for your choice
The Spirit draws irresistibly only the few
All others left to receive their due
No action can change this predetermined fate
Their names aren’t written on the slate
O God who controls every move
I praise you for your choice
I’ll waste no time figuring out your plan
The sense cannot be grasped by mere man
You’ve scripted success, failure, heaven and hell
We passively accept all as well
O God who controls every move
I praise you for your choice