Messiah

I can't always rely on my desires

But I treat them like the Messiah

I can't always rely on my desires

But I treat them like the Messiah

Whatever it is that gives that feeling 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 depth of desires and false messiahs

We seek pleasure in anything, we overestimate everything

Endlessly trusting in empty entities

Secretly searching for anything in moments of blessing

While exiting edicts of Eden 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

I suppose what exposes the worship in most of us

Is a close look at most of our thoughts, fears, and emotions

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 the Messiah

I can't always rely on my desires

But I treat them like the Messiah

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

Stalling 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 heavweight

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 the Messiah

I can't always rely on my desires

But I treat them like the Messiah

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