The world will crush your bones,
Dry up your spirit.
It will promise pleasure, but you’re still thirsty.
I’ve got the truth – but you won’t hear it.
Too busy getting stuff done,
That you forgot about the Son.
But hey, me too, so I guess it’s fine.
We can just say “hey, your sin is more than mine.”
Compare our righteousness to others,
“Ha! If you only knew my brothers…” we say.
Brush the judgment day off our shoulders,
Feel abandoned this side of heaven,
Go out looking for attention, getting “bolder.”
Only to learn that this world’s colder.
So we numb the pain with something fake,
If it feels like love, then it must be it,
Besides, the loneliness of this world is too much to take,
So even if I settle, so be it.
And that’s the lie that you believe,
A lie so well-spoken by deception,
That it seems to bring about relief,
But don’t be surprised, then, at pain’s reception.
Because it will arrive.
And choke what you thought was thriving,
Then you’ll look back for hope,
And realizing it’s not there, as your relationship with it is what you were depriving.
Living in “liberty” but a captive,
Free from “the law” but shackled to regrets.
Hope came to set you free.
Hope has a name.
Hope hasn’t given up on you or me.
Hope has no desire to leave you in shame.
So the next fool’s gold that catches your heart’s attention,
Do as my wife (the teacher) would and send it to detention.
And work on your retention of love over hate,
Grace over Grave.