Rhyme Time
Hello
My name is Miss Perfect
Everybody thinks I got it altogether
Everybody thinks I never, no never
Mess up
It's not true
Nobody know the secret I'm carryin'
Nobody knows the burden I'm bearin'
They don't want to
Here it is,
My big pretend:
I'm lustin' and idolatrating
And if nobody stops and realizes I'm like everyone else
I'm gonna die under this pretense of my own self
I want to be pure, but I'm slippin' away
Was found once before
Now I need to be saved
Hello
My name is Mr. Godly
Everybody thinks I'm some kind of alien
Everybody thinks I always have wisdom
To give
It's not true
Nobody know the secret I'm carryin'
Nobody knows the burden I'm bearin'
They don't want to
Here it is,
My big pretend:
I'm depressed and dissolving
And if nobody stops and realizes I'm like everyone else
I'm gonna die under the pretense of my own self
I want to be strong, but I'm slippin' away
Was found once before
Now I need to be saved
Hello
Wake up
Everybody's got to pull it together
Nobody can have it altogther
Everybody needs to wake up and remember
Nobody can have it altogether
Hello
It's our secret
We need to be saved
* * *
I find it entirely regrettable that we are shadow puppets. Yes, I'm talking about us. You and me. We are shadows unexposed.
I find it suprisingly cruel that we are left to die under smoke and smog, suffocating on a life we do not understand, running in a race we feel should have ended long ago. Why? Because we are under the illusiion that we must make it on our own.
We are the Christians, youth of a broken country shot with gray. We are the counselors, respected and upheld for our standards, our beliefs, our morals, our living. We are placed on a pedestal, regarded as almost perfect, heroed and honored and gloried over.
And that is why we are the walking dead.
Too long have we hid under the pretense of our own selves. Too long have we hid under the characters of who we are supposed to be. Too long have we hid under light but without any light at all. Too long have hid under the presence of God without knowing the presence of God.
Let me put this simply: We are human. We are merely forgiving mortals. Past all our secret images lie hearts that are weary and broken, tattered and tortured, struggling and stumbling. We suffer. We cry. We scream. But instead of lifting our mangled hearts, we lift the false illusion of our perfect ones.
Why? Why do we do this? Why do we hide when our insides are touching the edges of hell? We are afraid. We are afraid of exposure, afraid of judgement, afraid of being condemned. Sadly, above all, I think we are afraid of each other.
Each other. Fellow Christians. Our brothers and sisters who were always meant to be there for us. Again, why? Because we are all human. And more often than not, we sin against humanity by pointing fingers and blinking past the planks in our eyes. There is so much risk in exposure because there is vulnerability. Anyone can do anything. Exposure means that there is no longer any walls, any gates, any locks, any illusions. Exposure means that one's heart is fully out of their own control. That is terrifying, and that is why we hide.
We have forgotten how to live without fear. We have forgotten how to truly live with life. There are thousands of us hiding because we fear that if one person sees our sin, we will be exposed for who we really are and we will be condemned.
I find it extraordinary that I have known members of my Father's family for years and I do not truly know them. I find it extraordinary that members of my Father's family have known me for years and they do not truly know me. Granted, no one can know anyone fully except for Christ, but there is a huge issue here. We do not know each other in the way God made us to know each other because we do not confess that we need to be saved.
We need to be saved. We do. Ever since we chose to be separated from God, our need to be saved has driven us mad. We can't walk alone. We shouldn't even try. We need God more than we know. We need each other more than we admit. God even said to confess our sins to each other...but do we? Hardly.
I have a multitude of skeletons in my closet. They walk around with me every day. The funny thing is, no one bothers to ask me about the stench. And if no one asks, I don't bother to bring it up. I am the walking dead and I so desperately need to be saved.
Family, we cannot be genuine without exposure. We cannot be family without confessing our inner struggles to each other. We cannot be real if we do not guide each other to Christ. A person cannot be healed without first being cut open to remove the tumor. In the same way, we cannot be saved without first cutting open our hearts.
I am not saying we must all go shouting in the streets. I am saying we must be ready to be real.
So here I am. The living dead. I need help. Will you help me?
My name is Miss Perfect
Everybody thinks I got it altogether
Everybody thinks I never, no never
Mess up
It's not true
Nobody know the secret I'm carryin'
Nobody knows the burden I'm bearin'
They don't want to
Here it is,
My big pretend:
I'm lustin' and idolatrating
And if nobody stops and realizes I'm like everyone else
I'm gonna die under this pretense of my own self
I want to be pure, but I'm slippin' away
Was found once before
Now I need to be saved
Hello
My name is Mr. Godly
Everybody thinks I'm some kind of alien
Everybody thinks I always have wisdom
To give
It's not true
Nobody know the secret I'm carryin'
Nobody knows the burden I'm bearin'
They don't want to
Here it is,
My big pretend:
I'm depressed and dissolving
And if nobody stops and realizes I'm like everyone else
I'm gonna die under the pretense of my own self
I want to be strong, but I'm slippin' away
Was found once before
Now I need to be saved
Hello
Wake up
Everybody's got to pull it together
Nobody can have it altogther
Everybody needs to wake up and remember
Nobody can have it altogether
Hello
It's our secret
We need to be saved
* * *
I find it entirely regrettable that we are shadow puppets. Yes, I'm talking about us. You and me. We are shadows unexposed.
I find it suprisingly cruel that we are left to die under smoke and smog, suffocating on a life we do not understand, running in a race we feel should have ended long ago. Why? Because we are under the illusiion that we must make it on our own.
We are the Christians, youth of a broken country shot with gray. We are the counselors, respected and upheld for our standards, our beliefs, our morals, our living. We are placed on a pedestal, regarded as almost perfect, heroed and honored and gloried over.
And that is why we are the walking dead.
Too long have we hid under the pretense of our own selves. Too long have we hid under the characters of who we are supposed to be. Too long have we hid under light but without any light at all. Too long have hid under the presence of God without knowing the presence of God.
Let me put this simply: We are human. We are merely forgiving mortals. Past all our secret images lie hearts that are weary and broken, tattered and tortured, struggling and stumbling. We suffer. We cry. We scream. But instead of lifting our mangled hearts, we lift the false illusion of our perfect ones.
Why? Why do we do this? Why do we hide when our insides are touching the edges of hell? We are afraid. We are afraid of exposure, afraid of judgement, afraid of being condemned. Sadly, above all, I think we are afraid of each other.
Each other. Fellow Christians. Our brothers and sisters who were always meant to be there for us. Again, why? Because we are all human. And more often than not, we sin against humanity by pointing fingers and blinking past the planks in our eyes. There is so much risk in exposure because there is vulnerability. Anyone can do anything. Exposure means that there is no longer any walls, any gates, any locks, any illusions. Exposure means that one's heart is fully out of their own control. That is terrifying, and that is why we hide.
We have forgotten how to live without fear. We have forgotten how to truly live with life. There are thousands of us hiding because we fear that if one person sees our sin, we will be exposed for who we really are and we will be condemned.
I find it extraordinary that I have known members of my Father's family for years and I do not truly know them. I find it extraordinary that members of my Father's family have known me for years and they do not truly know me. Granted, no one can know anyone fully except for Christ, but there is a huge issue here. We do not know each other in the way God made us to know each other because we do not confess that we need to be saved.
We need to be saved. We do. Ever since we chose to be separated from God, our need to be saved has driven us mad. We can't walk alone. We shouldn't even try. We need God more than we know. We need each other more than we admit. God even said to confess our sins to each other...but do we? Hardly.
I have a multitude of skeletons in my closet. They walk around with me every day. The funny thing is, no one bothers to ask me about the stench. And if no one asks, I don't bother to bring it up. I am the walking dead and I so desperately need to be saved.
Family, we cannot be genuine without exposure. We cannot be family without confessing our inner struggles to each other. We cannot be real if we do not guide each other to Christ. A person cannot be healed without first being cut open to remove the tumor. In the same way, we cannot be saved without first cutting open our hearts.
I am not saying we must all go shouting in the streets. I am saying we must be ready to be real.
So here I am. The living dead. I need help. Will you help me?