Church Perfect Surface
He feels the best of him slipping away
A sip a drip at a time
When will the he and him align
What is he missing
He can't stop thinking
in and out of focus drifting
as he witnesses his soul thinning
It unravels like twine
Looking to the Heavens for a sign
pretending happy when he's less than fine
Still hanging feverishly to his moral compass
Wondering what's the meaning of all this
Would he sacrifice all of it for a passionate kiss
a stranger in the dark sorta wish
He imagines new carnal pleasures
against eternities treasures
His compass arrow cuts deep into his mind
what things beyond it would he find.
Thoughts of infidelity flood his mind
He pushes them deep
instead of leaving them behind
Acting on thoughts would be his destruction
His ultimate soul deconstruction
A pain filled complicated copulation
Leading to temporary pleasured sensations
nothing more than a form of masturbation
Only momentarily relieving his frustrations
Is he evil because of what he is thinking
What's the meaning he's holding in with his blinking
I guess he longs to feel his pulse quickening
But in the waves of feelings
the images are both sweet and sickening
Should he even ask himself these kinds of questions
Will he be forgiven if he makes a thought confession
Is it all just an obstacle
on the path of his direction correction
Thank God he's under heavenly protection
Fantasy will not be his selection
He try's to ask himself Kingdom questions
Bright light thinking and feeling comprehension
Not his consumptive kind of investigations
and out-worldly perfect pronunciations
These feelings that burn in him
he prays won't turn him to sin
Looking further and further away
a wondering wanderer unable to see
feeling trapped wanting to be free
counting down the nothingness of it all
afraid of how far he might fall
Losing himself steps one two three
He says "Save me from myself God I beg You please
even if I'm too stubborn to fall to my knees
Don't let this heart freeze
blow through my life like a breeze
I long to feel you move within my leaves
My branches are bent
still I'm one of your trees"
Don't let the best of him slip away
teach him to pray
Let Your wisdom flow through his veins
Touch his soul not just his brain
Wash away the stains
Until what is pure remains
Chewing and ripping can't cut through his pain
Let him look with hope to a new day
To do things of purpose Your way
Let him have a part in Your Kingdom
Before from Your Glory and path he strays
I know You're close but he's drifting away
Please hug him until he's okay!
I wrote this after reading this article. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the prevalence within the Christian community. It takes a great toll on Christians and non Christians alike.
https://www.onenewsnow.com/culture/2014/10/09/survey-alarming-rate-of-christian-men-look-at-****-commit-adultery
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017
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