Why do I do the things I do?
To make me happy? To make me blue?
Mind is thinking about this thinking.
Yet my eyes are blinking and winking
And my bum goes on stinking.
What the church is – what it does-
But all I hear is a buzz
A commotion and chaos inside my brain
As I’m waiting for the train
Of my thoughts to take me closer
To my destination.
So are these thoughts of any value?
Do they influence the fate I go to?
Or is my course already set.
I know I haven’t made it yet
But on the narrow path I tread
Jesus You’re my daily bread.
And now I write religious jargon
God this needs to STOP!
I want my thoughts to be captured by You
I need You – I believe You
I love You – I do
And now we talk of the church edifies
Not just a burger, coke and fries
But hurt decreased and joy increased
As life is shared.
It’s messy, it hurts, it makes you vulnerable
But God kill my pride
I know I lied and trust has died –
So heal restore
And may I live once more.
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