Gah.
Oh truth, how hard it is to find you amidst the surroundings lies.
I want a slice of life, I’m given a slice of American pie.
I ask to be freed of confinement, I’m given constant advertisements.
I try to picture life as it is and ought, yet I’m given images of how luxuriousness “should” be sought.
Every day a heartbeat’s probably slowing, yet all people demand is a system kept going.
None of these things are wrong in themselves, but they are twisted as people think highly of themselves.
Therefore the truth must be found, by starting from the ground floor,
Seeking a foundation in something so eternal and not bound by any material,
Something so full of good it makes anything we do seem all bad,
as most of it is bad, or good that’s badly muddled.
God, reveal your truth as I surrender to You, and You alone.
Not to a system held of the highest esteem,
Not to the rumour everyone believes,
Not to the fear of disapproval in what’s socially unacceptable, for what is society without You?
Not to the pressure of collective impatience,
Not to the impatience of my own heart,
Not to the temptation of seeming humble,
Not to the temptation of wanting to know all, for You promised all will be revealed.
Not to the temptation of making excuses by twisting Your words,
Not to the temptation of singing a beautiful song to my ears instead of singing a beautiful song to You,
Not to the luring thought of falling asleep and letting my guard down,
Not to the very sinful core that separates me from You.
