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