Monday, August 13, 2007
Pondering
Can I reflect your infinite love?
Is my dirty mirror clean enough
to show the world a spirit so full,
that it shines their windows broken and dull?
When I do this am I pleasing,
trying to distract you, faking, appeasing?
"(Oh my God!) I worship myself?!"
If so then this treason-
Is only within me by my own reasons.
Whether feeding the flock, or greasing-
the wheels, the remedy remains a grateful releasing!
Oh, cast me not to that burning desert
Life without purpose saved to pervert-
your plan, without flaw or break in it.
This opportunity to give you the glory, I've taken it!
I'M FAKING IT.
Each time I've "got it right" I've honked my own horn;
Repeating this ritual ever since I was born.
(Boy I'm pleased with myself)
I'm attempting to praise you, try to be selfless.
All that I do? I simply embellish-
and ruin the words, on my own I'm...
JUST HELPLESS.
My intellect alone is nothing to please you,
In all that I do I'm ever beneath you.
The way it should be, yet I'm still me,
The object of your affection rejects what he sees!
Oh, hideous man, despised as disease;
Deserved of the void, equal to fleas.
Only... I'm adored and am blessed while I'm also infected.
The Lord calls my name,
His righteousness,
"ACCEPTED".
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Is my dirty mirror clean enough
to show the world a spirit so full,
that it shines their windows broken and dull?
When I do this am I pleasing,
trying to distract you, faking, appeasing?
"(Oh my God!) I worship myself?!"
If so then this treason-
Is only within me by my own reasons.
Whether feeding the flock, or greasing-
the wheels, the remedy remains a grateful releasing!
Oh, cast me not to that burning desert
Life without purpose saved to pervert-
your plan, without flaw or break in it.
This opportunity to give you the glory, I've taken it!
I'M FAKING IT.
Each time I've "got it right" I've honked my own horn;
Repeating this ritual ever since I was born.
(Boy I'm pleased with myself)
I'm attempting to praise you, try to be selfless.
All that I do? I simply embellish-
and ruin the words, on my own I'm...
JUST HELPLESS.
My intellect alone is nothing to please you,
In all that I do I'm ever beneath you.
The way it should be, yet I'm still me,
The object of your affection rejects what he sees!
Oh, hideous man, despised as disease;
Deserved of the void, equal to fleas.
Only... I'm adored and am blessed while I'm also infected.
The Lord calls my name,
His righteousness,
"ACCEPTED".
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