if only we believed for ourselves the prayers we say for others.

repeat

at this point, ive grown used to being lied to by you. 

my folly is in how i consistently let you in.

lament

how fragmented our understanding of reality.

how fragile the safety of our hearts.

how foolish our lustful desires.

how fucked up our human nature.

how feverish our passions and how volatile our emotions.

how futile our ambitions yet how truly desperate we are.

we grope and grasp for truth and meaning for this life like drunkards in the dark but are so easily contented with lesser loves and counterfeit truths.

but amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saves wretches like us.

i find that after all these years, i still haven't outgrown romans 5:20.

perhaps i never will, but that's fine with me.