Lighting up after school;
Cowboys smoking marlboros
Attracted by the dark
Fed by deceit
Hiding in the back of my skill
So little, so small
It’s a wonder 3 pounds can matter at all
Make me smile, make me weep
Falling down at your dirty feed
Wiping you clean, perfume in my hair
Its syntax synapses, feuding electrodes
It’s anything but real
Descending from Up above
Hypocrisy and lies
Unseen and unfelf
You are just my mind
All I ever heard
David deceiving another mans wife
Judas taking his own life
Best of all, there’s Job
A faithful man to foolish to scorn
A fiery bush
Two solid tablets,
Am I supposed to believe?
Lies of man, tales we weaved – soon unravel
Revealing their core
God intentions and meaningless words.
Ideas of Love, Promises of Grace
I call out – begging just to glimpse such a holy face
Denied, I turn, feeling for you in the dark
Grasping at branches, hoping to see your beauty among your so-called Eden
Humanity your gift
Life – our curse.
Must we die to follow you?
Unsatisfied, I submit my complaint
What’s in it for me?
A promise of an eternity with a Savior who let my selfish desires die?
– Madison Barrett