Passions

Like anyone my age, I was fourteen once

Sitting in a cage as tele rocked my world like the flinstones

Peers viewed the world from all sorts of angles while mine was just a stationed glass box that I tightly held the remote to like criminals pistols 

Like a prisoner, the scenes behind that screen had me cuffed

And the curses that flew out of that speaker were all I ever coughed

A fourteen year old boy who pushed his life down the drain

Insane, he ignored the calls of the God that would put him in the right lane

Or...was he too stupid to turn down the volume on those mind polluting speakers

Music videos about girls, cars, drugs and fancy sneakers

Were all he had a vision for

Not even the smallest room for God in his peripheral

So, with the remote in hand I lay in that couch all day

Authority trade; the reason that box on the unit equally chose when to pause or play

Stop; switch or even skip some scenes to my life

Probably why there isn't much to my social life

They told me there was 'so much more' than these cartoons

I guess that is why I went for adult section too

But it is for sins like these and all that Jesus lay in the tomb

Three days enough to wipe it all off the face of the globe

Look, he came to be our hope

Yet we put him on the bench

Like the red traffic light, to our suffering he put a stop

But that's a fire we don't want to quench

In all his creation he gave us first place, gold

While we without the slightest fear bold...ly

Gave him silver, bronze or just thought he didn't deserve a medal

And that in itself is the reason for our downfall.

Had me bungee jumping into a ditch full of guilt

Leaving me void of every option except to wallow in my filth

Never been to juvenile detention but I was surely locked away

And locked away in my brain was a little voice that said

'Focus not on the ditch and the darkness feeling it

But on the man that can pull you out; holds the cord so cling to it'

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