I wish I was writing like I was before,
Hollow shell, gave up eternity for uncertainty, I traded life for your affection, for fake intentions, If only I was honest, if every confession of my golden calves, was really all my golden calves, double minded in my affections, I kept building these idols in my life, then crying for you to remove them, everytime I close my eyes, my carnal thoughts constructed more golden calves, my golden calves kept me up at night, my golden calves enslaved me to my golden calf heart. Swallowed, engulfed, by these golden calves.
Now I am like Jonah, within my golden calves, The spiritual battle seems like it has the best of me, Now I am secretly texting my golden calf, though I just request to get rid of my golden calf, I am in two minds with this golden calf, because for so long, all I wanted was this golden calf. The taste of your righteousness is so familiar, I cannot pretend that your righteousness is not better, for it is better, but I have been drowning so deep , for so long in these golden calves, I am not sure how to forsake these golden calves. Lord help me to turn from these golden calves, I've been in bondage for so long to these golden calves, so long, so long,
I have embraced these golden calves, help me to forsake these golden calves, Lord bring me back to your altar, Remove my love of these golden calves, For if I remain in love with these golden calves, Death will be my consequence for these perverse love of golden calves
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Expose the idols within my heart
Poetry"Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God, your functional savior."
