Gonna Have to Serve Somebody

So I was recently in morning church and a nice, young girl stepped up onto the stage to share special music during the offering. The song, "Gotta have to serve somebody" by Bob Dylan made me double-take when I saw it printed in the bulletin, but looking at the meek girl in the green sweater on stage, I convinced myself it was some other rendition. But then she opened her mouth to sing and nothing but conviction come out! Here's a little taste of the oh-so-typical Dylan lyrics for a good Wednesday ponder:
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You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
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I practically had to hold on to the threads of the church seat beneath me, for the strength of her voice seemed to come like an earthquake from a deep-down place. It was so...honest, I guess. And, though I felt off-balance in hearing a proposition to serve the devil, I knew in my bones that it was true. We do serve someone - every day. Whether a conscious choice or an afterthought, I serve something - I give worship with the choices I make. That girl - Betty Sue was her name and I will tell you I have never heard anyone sing like she did.

Yes Bob Dylan, I "gotta have to serve somebody" and Lord have mercy when it's not my Savior!