“WITH EVERY HOOF I HAVE.”

If Satan cannot win an outright victory, he will attempt a compromise. As the showdown between Moses and Pharaoh was drawing to a close, Moses was offered two final compromises. “Go,” Pharaoh said, “and worship your God. But leave your women and children here with us.” Moses refused. “Then take them, too,” Pharaoh countered, “but leave your livestock.” Again Moses refused. “Not a hoof will be left behind,” he told Pharaoh. Deliverance was to be complete; not partial. Moses refused to compromise. When he left Egypt to worship God in the wilderness, Moses took every Israelite, man, woman and child, and every goat, cow and sheep that belonged to Israel. He wanted to worship God with every hoof he had! The only way you and I can truly worship God is with everything we have. Every possession. Every blessing. Every dream. Everything. Moses refused to offer God partial obedience and compromised worship. What would our lives be like if we did the same? Are you giving everything you have to God? Or are you only offering partial devotion, partial obedience, partial worship? What has your devotion to God cost you? David refused to furnish God’s temple with gifts that had cost him nothing. Moses refused to worship God with anything less than all he had. David knew, and Moses knew, that God asks for everything. C. S. Lewis said, “In love, He claims all. There is no bargaining with Him.” Are you succumbing to Satan’s temptation to love God with less than every hoof you have?

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone.
Another new mom and dad,another school,
Another house that’ll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place…
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,

“This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.”

Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
“Someday we’ll find our place here in this world.”

“This is our temporary home.
It’s not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.”

Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don’t cry for me,
I’ll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, “I can see God’s face.”

“This is my temporary Home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know… this was
My temporary home.”

This is our temporary home.