Lack of gratitude is a symptom
Of a greater problem;
Our attitude is a side effect
That creates a rejection of law and grace...
And that duplicity has been duplicated
Reproduced in our DNA
Until it's become
All the rage...
All the bitterness.
All the lust.
All the fickleness.
The richness of our humanity
Is buried beneath mediocrity
And a downward slope towards Gomorrah
A corner office view of Sodom
Welcome to where the weather is always autumn
And the trees bear no fruit
Because the roots are rotten
So they might as well stay there...
Dead and buried.
Ever receiving the blood of martyrs and prophets
While the profit for delivering their heads
Has skyrocketed most
To a more comfortable life...
The bride takes another husband
And never thinks twice
Our attitude is a side effect
That creates a rejection of law and grace...
Reproduced in our DNA
Until it's become
All the rage...
All the lust.
All the fickleness.
Is buried beneath mediocrity
And a downward slope towards Gomorrah
A corner office view of Sodom
And the trees bear no fruit
Because the roots are rotten
So they might as well stay there...
While the profit for delivering their heads
Has skyrocketed most
To a more comfortable life...
And never thinks twice
A harlot's heart in a wedding gown
That's a sullied white
And while we cry for freedom from ISIS
The No. 1 killer of mankind is "niceness"
We have our cake and eat it too
And pay no attention to a missing tooth
(or two)
Regardless of what we've been through
It always comes back around again
The danse macabre of a tone def mob
Waltzing to cacophonous megaphone of pain
(cf. Psalm 14:1-3; Romans 3:10-12, 5:3, 8:35-39; 2 Corinthians 12:7-10)
“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” - C.S. Lewis
Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon