The Choice

They told me to bow before her beauty, but she was soon replaced by a younger rival.
They told me to bow before my own reflection, but I only became more dissatisfied.
They told me to bow before the twists and turns of Hollywood, but it was dislocated from my reality.
They told me to bow before the collection of foreign travel I amassed, but it was never complete.
They told me to bow before the application that produced a perfect mate, because it was shameful to wait. 
They told me to bow before my own freedom, so why did I feel confined?
They told me to bow before the altar of my own success, but I never achieved enough. 

I can but bow before the one who draws me with love and not fear.
I bow before the one who told me everything I’ve ever done.
I bow before the one who bows down to wash my dirty feet.
I bow before the one who was strong enough to carry my sickness, shame, and fear.
I bow before the one who stood up to take my place when the gavel fell; guilty.
I bow before the one whose fiery love is tenacious enough to set me free.
I bow before the one whose obedience rendered powerless the finality of death.
I bow before the one who commands and vibrant life springs forth.
I bow before the one who reduces every idol to ashes at the breath of his voice.
I bow before the one who disempowers every dark thing at the mention of his name.
I bow before the one who was before time began, who continues to be, and who will remain beyond eternity. 

I can only bow before the servant King of all power and authority, who loved me before I knew the joy of bending my knee.