The spirit of this age is chasing me.
A spiraling, unfurling, dark cloud of deceit.
It chases, chokes, and blinds, while I grasp a thread from earth to heaven,
clinging for true spiritual life.
Yet, the spirit darkens and shouts lies,
"Jesus isn't the only way!
Forsake all, come out and play!
All truth is truth, so don't delay,
to join the crowds in mayhem."
But, then, I remember...
This loud fight for my soul
that I'm someone worth fighting for.
And my truth is a light worth snuffing out...
The darkness cannot overcome
while I climb my thread
grasping like a rope in gym class.
I stay desperate...
reaching for you.