If I had a dollar for every time we say,
“If I had a dollar”
I’d have enough
To never even bother
I’d buy a private island
In a land faraway
Take every single dollar
And give it all away
I’d be the poorest and the richest
And no one else would know
Buried my treasure in the sand
To see if it grows
Then in a state of desperation
For all that I have lost
I will hold myself for ransom
To see how much I cost
We weren’t born for this
But still we do it daily
We let the world we created
Drive us crazy
“I choose the lie over life
Believing it will save me”
Is the thought
Of the emotionally lazy
You’ve been lied to
How is it possible you can’t see this?
It wasn’t God
Who created us to be this
To the One we are Beloved
It’s our Name from the Beginning
It’s believing otherwise
That’s the Genesis of sinning
Desperation
How did we get this way?
It defeats the very purpose
Every time we try to pray
I can’t stand it
How many times can we be told?
You can’t serve two masters
And the worst of them is gold
©️ Copyright 2021 Pedro S. Silva II