So tired of playing
The same old worn out games
With a nickle and a song
Lifting my own name

Thinking out loud
That I can save myself
You see if not me
Then I ask who else

I'd be rich if I could
Sell off all this shame
Bottled tight up inside
But can't give any of it away

I keep holding out
One of the proud
Jesus is for losers
That's what I'm all about

He takes me just as I am
Down upon my knees
Jesus is for losers
And yes that would be me

I show up right on time
To my own open grave
Stinking to high heaven
Where sin has me its slave

Find I'm drowning in
My own wishing well
Thought back then that I could swim
These days not so well

Got it all locked up tight
Yet I myself have no key
In which to open up
This hardened heart in me

Randomly beat
Facing defeat
Jesus is for losers
I'm pointing fingers at me

Wondering at how
I became part of the crowd
Jesus is for losers
I'll take all that I'm allowed

Never much
On push and shove
Jesus is for losers
When you've had enough

Just as I am
Least we forget
Jesus is for losers
Are we not all there yet...

He used to walk with life in his stride
He used to strut with a heart full of pride

These days see him stumbling every so often
These days see his eyes vacant and sullen

So I asked if there was anything bothering him
So I asked what is it that made his light so dim

He tarried, then answered with conviction true
He tarried before he finally answered, *"You..."

-on a recent case of carefree worldviewing

I don't care for the kidneys,
I **** on the heart and the brains.
Like a tumor I keep growing,
I will crush whatever remains.

Let me push aside the wall
between your house and mine.
Let me party in your garden;
share your wife, join me, live the life!

To hell with the environment,
let me **** into another man's glass.
Burning, flooding, starving...
well, I didn't do so, right?
The guy complaining is just an ***.

Don't worry about the future,
by our inflated egos we'll lift off.
We'll shake our heads in disbelief
of the crazy turmoil underneath.

Don't you worry about your children,
'cause once, they will be dead like you.
Don't you worry about remembrance:
your inner void will see you through.

     Take care, my friend.