By Adam Nash
Adam is a student leader at Columbia Bible College in Abbotsford, British Columbia.
What a tragedy
Caffeine, T.V., the polluted mainstream
Infect, delude, distract
Pumping counterfeits though our bloodstream
We smile politely as we judge
How long must we feast on poison
Our eyes are candy coated and glazed
Like a spoiled child we play with the packaging
As the product pours past
Earnest compromise is not enough
When will we stop building our castles
On the sands of selfish, prideful greed?
Are you thirsty yet?
Or does the hollowness of the counterfeit have you captivated? Are you tired of chasing the wind? Or do you just want another carrot that looks juicier than the last? Are you sick of your addictions? How long must we drink polluted streams? Has the consumer machine left your insides hollow, your fuel tank empty?
Its time to let it all go
To pry open our fists
White knuckles over razor wire
Feel raw, the coma has passed numbness is gone
Tune your ears to His voice, to heavenly music
Let the chords resound in you, deep ripples in the well of your soul, Drink from the source, pure flow from the thrown Life surging through your veins Stumble, laugh, cry, jump, crawl, sprint Be real, the cataracts fall off Come and see, come and see Spread wide your wings, the chains are off You are healed, you are free
