HypoChristian

This is a melody of a broken spirit
A rhythm of a troubled pulse
Whose passion inhaled, once, compassion of sweet evil
To quench the human thirst of lust
Nourishing the hunger of envious flesh
But living to submit to the pulsating nerve of temptation
So the human ego doesn’t get bruised…
But You, Lord, always fought the demon that no matter how many times I blessed, always failed
Until I realized, I’m just trying to live up to society’s level
Resizing the truth to fit my frame
Christ died for our sins
But what we fail to understand is,
It should have been us
Nailed, bruised and bleeding on that wooden cross
We are guilty… and there’s no need to dip it in honey
Because a sin is a sin
But living in these dark days where the bible is cut into only, “5 things GOD wants you do to”
Cutting down the minerals and vitamins of our souls
Starving the inner person and making him grow anorexic
All in the name of, “saving time”
Forgetting that we serve the Author of time
Who could rewind, fast-ward, pause or even stop our lives
While we’re still stuck in the fuss of good deeds… good life…
But actually glamorizing bad
Because “good” to the flesh is bad to the soul
Though they work in conjunction-
See… we’ve got prayer partners
Who not only pray with us, but also remind us of the bad that we’ve done
So how good can we get?
When the lips that pray for forgiveness
Are the same lips that only Heavens know where they’ve been
During those days when we let that liar, cheat and thief into our hearts
Only because we took matters into our own hands
Made ourselves our own god, and tried to direct our own actions
Taking away God’s responsibility
Because we modified the ancient words of Proverbs 16:9
To suit our desires
Instead of modifying our ancient deeds
To live as in deed, God’s children

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