Emotions are dry
Looking for a high
But spiritually deny
The plank in my eye.
Treating Church like a BDubs
And Jesus like a bartender
Lookin for the next fix
Itching for the next bender.
I need a spiritual pep rally
Gotta keep a good tally
on my quiet times
serving bread lines
communing with the Divine
when I have the time.
I saw You riding on Your donkey
Talking liberation and peace.
I certainly hope it’s practical
With a personal application for me.
Wait.
What did you say? Our relationship is more an acquaintance?
What’s that suppose to mean?
I have to embrace repentance?
That’s what it means to believe?
You’re calling me to repent?
Not just believe?
You’re calling me to submit?
Even when it’s inconvenient for me?
Wait.
What about love? I thought love was free?
Love has demands?
Responsibilities?
Look Lord, my emotions are dry.
I’m just looking for a high.
I’m sorry to make you cry.
But I don’t wanna repent.
I just wanna believe.
I don’t wanna relent.
I just wanna god for me.
~ Written Palm Sunday, 2021
