Contentment
She will often disguise herself in various ways
She might even put on a mask or color her hair
I tell you, he might even rage and pick a fight
He's subtle and clever but can never be satisfied
She might go on a very pricy shopping spree
He might go hunting or disappear in his cave
It's just very hard for him or her to be at ease.
Like the biblical character who built a bigger barn,
Not because he needed it, but because he could
Wine, women, song, or more stuff are simply never enough
You see, our divine heritage was to be named Contentment,
But we would have none of it because we allowed
Our once gentle life of tranquility to slowly slip away
from us, and we changed our names to Discontent. And
since then, we have been unhappy and restless. Such
Is the sad saga of many a pilgrim like you and me who
Lose our sense of our God-given identity with a name
Called Contentment and take on the name of Discontent.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2019
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