Kicking Against the Goads
To those in high places upon the earth,
To kings and rulers of noble birth—
Why do you kick against the goads,
Then stand in shock as God's plan unfolds?
God placed you there; He alone decides
What comes to pass, despite your pride.
When you resist His will, you fight the Most High,
Blind to His purpose, deaf to His why.
God is the true ruler, granting limited permission.
He moves through history, despite your ambition.
If you exalt your ways above what He’s designed,
You kick against the goads—every single time.
To all mankind, of every race and nation,
A day will come of holy revelation.
You’ll fall to your knees and confess with your tongue:
Jesus is Lord—no matter where you're from.
You kick against the goads when you stand on your own,
Rooted in morals that man has condoned.
Built on opinions, ideologies, and trends,
Ignoring the truth that never bends.
God is the same—yesterday, today, forever.
You fight His will when you chase your own endeavor.
When you step outside the path He’s drawn,
You kick against the goads from dusk till dawn.
Paul the apostle thought he was right,
Persecuting Christians with zealous might.
But he was stopped by the Savior of all,
Who asked, “Why do you kick against My call?”
God revealed the battle Paul could never win—
He was fighting against Heaven, steeped in sin.
God still does this when we go astray,
Interrupting our plans in His sovereign way.
And to those who claim to follow Him,
Yet stand with those who won’t turn from sin—
Who support infanticide and gender confusion,
You kick against the goads in moral delusion.
Stop fighting God, my friend—it won’t end in your favor.
He reigns supreme; our fate rests in the Savior.
Just as the scales fell from Paul’s eyes back then,
May we all let God remove them and write His law within.
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