An
Image
On the TV
Shows me what
The world creates
To be the single object
In our narrow-minded goals
Always keeping us striving for
The one thing we’ll never achieve
In order to distract us from the
Only understanding we’ll ever
Need, because that thought
Is so horribly righteous
That the winners
Might have to
Win to keep
Up their
Fame.
From these amateur, self-enriched inhibitors
Stems a periodical, uninvolved stream of
Absolutely nothing, leaving our minds
Swimming in these pools of filth
We are drowning in, because
The self-preserving person
With no understanding
Of respect or honor
Was too lonely to
Undergo his
Numbing
Self-
Inflicted
Torture all
Alone. I guess
The only reason
To feel bad for this
Monster is the guy most
Likely has absolutely no friends
And will probably die as alone as he
Was when he decided to drag as many
Poor suckers down with him as he could.
Hopefully, his death will come with more pain
Than he has chosen to deal the rest of his world.
Thankfully
We can attest
To a God
Who has no restrictions
No form or shape
Is tied down with no physical or mental bonds of any kind
Can succumb to no pressure
Can conquer all sickness, all pain, and all weakness
Is greater than image, larger than peers
Would swim endless seas
And dive bottomless cliffs
Just to tell us He loves us more than anybody
Could ever describe in any earthly form
More than we’d ever comprehend, just because we’re so grounded
In our own mental boundaries
That we’d
Probably die just from hearing His name
And the sight of his robe
Would blind us with fire
And leave us writhing in holy laughter until
The world
Would disappear in a haze of glorified light.
This God of ours knows how we think and live, and become
And gave us a document to live by
Not conform to, but instead
Devastate
The unholy sin nature we’re so wrapped up in that the devil himself
Will be demolished at our feet, and us physical creatures
Gain dominion over heaven and earth, becoming
Like God, in order that we
Might glorify Him forever, in the splendor of His majesty.
And to think we’d be so lost in our own problems that we’d forget Him.
We’ll never know how much we’re missing
Until we forget how much we know
And focus on how great He is
To come down to our pitiful
Level of being
And do something so simple with us
As talk.
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