I can't always rely on my desires, but I treat them like a Messiah
I can't always rely on my desires, but I treat them like a Messiah
Odd Thomas: Whatever it is that gives that feelin' that we can't live
without, the joys we try to get
that only God can give, we highly doubt.
What allures and arouses the heart,
we can't figure out but it's the quickest way to
account for what we prize and are most proud about.
These gods make promises but always lie to us,
the kind of lies that says they'll keep us safe and satisfy us.
We blame the lies outside of us,
but it's the lie that lies inside that
captures the depths of desires and false Messiahs.
We see pleasure in anything, we overestimate everything,
endlessly trusting in empty entities,
secretly searching for anything in moments of
blessing while exiting edicts of meaning over our ecstasy.
When a good God gives good gifts,
we generally tend to twist the list,
and take the list of good gifts that God tends
to give and make general gods out of gifts, ah!
I suppose what exposes the worship in most of us is a
close look at most of our thoughts, fears and emotions.
Citizens!: No matter what I do, I can't ever make it last.
I just repeat my past, I'm so broken.
So much I thought I knew,
all the things that I pursued, I'm worse off than before.
I can't always rely on my desires, but I treat them like a Messiah
I can't always rely on my desires, but I treat them like a Messiah
Braille: The saddest fact is that I search for
satisfaction as if I lack it, when in fact I lack nothing.
That's the reason for my lackluster
prayer life and my lust for distractions.
It's so easy to see in hindsight.
I must confess it's the mess I acknowledge when I'm stallin' on my
responsibilities and don't apologize but make excuses—like my
physical exhaustion is a license for
narcissism and speaking recklessly without caution.
I often wonder why I'm so awkward in
conversations, wishing I could switch places, envious of others.
But my envy is a reflex of my ignorance,
cause I don't know the details of
their daily existence, I just assume.
The weight I carry is the heaviest, but I've never been a heavyweight.
My legs get heavy when I wait.
Hope deferred, so I prefer the immediate and exchange the
true God for what seems more expedient, it's meaningless.
I can't always rely on my desires, but I treat them like a Messiah
I can't always rely on my desires, but I treat them like a Messiah
Odd Thomas: Help us not be haste when it comes to temporal blessings,
and always see them for what they're actually meant to be:
a mere extension of your love and
kindness, extended to an undeserved humanity.
Help us not see greater value in the gifts you give
and not become distracted from their intended desires.
May we regard the world and all that is in it as
nothing compared to the satisfaction of knowing our Messiah.
