Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Meditations Part 2....

Why is my heart so different from yours?
Why is my heart so different from yours?
The question arrests my lips
 Spoken with sincerity
Why is my heart so different from yours?

I die a little more
In every glimpse I get of your nature
It challenges me deeper than pores
Breaks through my organs
Deep as cells that hold DNA
Etched in the deeper brain cavities
I feel ashamed

'Cus your my master I follow you
Dont I?

Your words I clasp to for life
And acknowledge through
Every act I do
In all honesty 
 Don't I?

In all honesty I don't and it's all lies

My words say it but 
My heart is far from you
Isaiah prophesied well
Now I smell that I'm the hypocrite you spoke of
When your lively words were construed
To grieve the religious
Walking as the lost fools

Following traditions whilst 
Thinking them as Gods rules
But their hearts don't bear 
The marks of their master
The sensitivity, the compassion
The mercy and the love that he captures

The new covenant caught through
His actions and his sayings
That if somebody smacks you
Don't you repay him

 Turn the other cheek
Though your soul wants to slay him
See the mindset 
Of the broken and hating
And be like your Father
Consoling the pagans

Why is your heart so different from mine?
Why is your heart so different from mine?
If I really am changed
I will relay your life

Not just a smile
And not just in false pretense
Looking like the righteous
But inside dead bones of men
Speak an uncleanness
Saying that I'm sold to sin
Being composed
But corruption is shown within

Do you want that

Do you want that

Really...
Do you want that


I didn't think so

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