I don’t have a new and clever story. Just a familiar one in plain language.
Christ crucified and resurrected.
death defeated
the payment for my sin accepted
No matter how much doubt, resistance, anger, and skepticism, I feel at times towards God and His word. His word withstands it all, and I find that I’m the one being deconstructed…
The system
Where’s the truth?
give me passion
When the issue gets to the root
The power becomes passive
It’s up in smoke with no gravity
just keep moving like nothings happening
Yes I’m upset with the system
Mad that I don’t have the power to make it different
Selfishness is a growing quality
The new ideal treats it as a commodity
Empty values behind the curtain
We’ve all been fooled I know for certain
Driven by greed and possibilities
Loosing the basic concept of civility
Stubborn hearts and hallow souls
Giving up every last bit of control
Pride and Self
This force that forces you to live in front of a mirror with blinders on. Anything other than your own image is a blur. Other people’s very lives become your background, your lighting that you use to examine different aspects of your image. To exalt different aspects of your image, to filter different aspects of your image. For the portrayal of your image, to others.
where this leaves you
Unable to see the real picture
Unable to see the real picture because you have the wrong focus
all your left with is a stockpile of worthless frames that don’t tell the real story
Worthless frames, vacant memories . Because all youve ever seen is yourself
Relativism VS Absolutism
If nothing held firm for the length of an hour? If words fell into a void once spoken. If nothing could be depended on and goals turned into a giant shift board of alternate plans. Creating circular life instead of a line? Creating an congealed pile of potential energy that is wasted by its lack of form.