I Am Not Ashamed

Therefore, God elevated him to the place of highest honor and gave him the name above all other names, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. [Philippians 2:9–11 NLT]

Oh, speak to me not
Of a higher being--
Mine has a name,
It is Jesus, my King.

An unnamed man did not die on the cross
Or breathe his last at such high cost.
He had a name unlike any other
Force, or being, or "neutral" power.

An unnamed man did not rise from the dead
After they mocked while He suffered and bled...
To raise us to Heaven and with Him reign
As sons and daughters of the King again!

So, here I am to tell you all
About the Gospel, just like Paul
Who was not ashamed
Of his Savior's beautiful name.

From Eden, that Garden
Where we first learned God's pardon,
He spoke His victory into eternity
And at His word, it came to be.

We little knew
The seed that grew
From a tiny thought
To salvation bought
With God's own heart
At the very start.

He foresaw it all,
The pride and fall...
He knew the end,
His Son to send

From Heaven to earth
Through the Virgin birth.
The story is as famous
As my God's name is.

The angel told Mary
God would no longer tarry
But bring forth a Savior
To experience His favor,
To forgive us our sin
And the victory win.

Gabriel told her to name
This child that came,
Jesus, God With Us,
So that grace wouldn't miss us.

He had a name
And it's not the same
As your higher power--
It's unique, beloved, unlike any other.

It's not some force
Like a star's known course
But rather, their Creator!
There is no debater

Who can look to astrology
For full apology.
No, only Jesus,
My only thesis.

See, even stars know their Maker,
Their Giver and Taker--
Why worship the low and created?
It's His name that's so elevated!

We credit justice and revenge
To karma's unnamed hinge
That swings a door wide
To a whole host of lies...

Likenesses of nothing we crave--
Mere cosmic ideas that can not save--
That claim and promise the same
To our scorned and eternal shame.

We make it up to be free
Of our Heavenly Father's dignity,
Which His Son died to reclaim
And raise us to reign!

Oh, the glory we forsake,
In such falsehood we partake--
In all reality then,
Even our imaginations are sin.

Call on your higher power
In your final hour,
And I will call on the only name
That saves me from my broken blame.

You say it's an intolerant word--
You have, with your heart, just not heard.
I speak to you truth
From the Giver of proof!

Paul saw an unknown altar,
But he did not fear or falter.
He used the occasion,
With much persuasion,

To tell them to repent.
For it was his intent
To make known the name
Jesus and why He came.

If Paul thought,
As many are taught,
All roads lead to Heaven,
Why did he even
Bother to preach
The gospel and teach?

How God sent His Son,
His only One,
To suffer and die...
Why even try?
Because Paul knew:
The very thing true
Is that victory is won
Only in Jesus the Son.

He was raised to life
After He bore our strife--
With those nail holes in his hands
He reaches out, and faith demands

That there's no other name
Of renowned fame
Given by Heaven
To save us from our sin and this modern leaven

Of a higher power...

As if there are many!
There is One only
So holy and true,
So infinitely few.

In this time, at this hour,
Let us boldly proclaim there in only One power;
May His Church speak loud her King's name
With the honor due Jesus, with proper acclaim.

Oh, Speak to me not
Of a higher being--
Mine has a name,
It is Jesus, my King.