I Want to Be Like God

I want to be like God.

To rise above order.

To chart my own path,

to bow to no one.

I want to choose my truths,

and silence what convicts.

To strike down what offends me,

and take what pleases me—

because I saw it,

and I wanted it.

Isn’t that what gods do?

But what did God do?

God became a man—

Jesus, the Word made flesh.

He did not cling to glory;

He let it go.

He stepped into the world He made,

and the world did not know Him.

He came to His own,

and they turned Him away.

Still—

In boldness, He obeyed the Father.

In endurance, He followed the Spirit.

In humility, He submitted to death—

knowing it would crush Him.

He could have walked away.

But He didn’t.

He stayed.

He bled.

He finished what we started.

Full of grace and truth,

He gave Himself for all.

The hands that shaped the stars

were pierced by the ones He formed.

And His reward?

The Father’s joy.

A family born of Spirit—

you and I.

A closeness no sin could cancel.

A man of sorrows—

the Saviour of the world.

So when I say,

“I want to be like God”…

Am I becoming like the humble Saviour—

or the prideful serpent?