A little different writing style for me:
We live in an instant culture where patience and morality is a lost art - "do it now" "if it feels good, do it"' lack of consequences, lack of care.
Me, me, me is what it's all about - temptations engulfing reality and truth, numbing the soul and darkening the heart.
Relation with one another no longer tethered strong, but chipped away year after year of neglect and storms.
Desire to do the right thing whispers away to the roaring war within that wants to sin. The road to righteousness is hard and long, full of loops and drops, tears and screams - the lure of comfort's ease, the soul gives into the tease - wanting to be loved, treasured and adored, not ignored.
Loneliness refuses to see the poison on the door, only to find itself on bent knees on the floor. Begging for mercy but flesh left craving the forbidden fruit, wanting more.
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