I have created false love.
But what is it?
Does it even exist?
No.
This emotion, chemical reaction.
A concept created to deceive,
The foolish all believe,
While fakers all deny.
Truth seekers see the transparency
Of fragile beings
All longing for a feeling they cannot touch.
In all honesty, I see nothing.
But am I blind?
I am not, but omniscient
And overwhelmed by false emotion.
What I have falsified is a prize
Awarded to some, accepted by none,
Disregarded by many as a lie
A lie of truth they cannot digest
And when the truth cannot set us free, we create.
Just as I have forged
More chemical romance to abide by.
Follow my creation to find the truth
Be liberated.
Create your own.

I ask for peace
and You hold my hand.
I ask for mercy
and next to me You stand.
I ask for truth
and I drink from Your cup.
I ask for love
and You show up.

You say You are faithful
though I do not believe
for I ask for all these things
but You say You're all I need.

But when I picture peace
is it not Your hand in mine?
And when mercy is my desire
is it not a craving for Your time?
When truth is in question
do I not yearn for Your Word?
And when Love become the answer
is that not found in You, Lord?

You tell me You are faithful
as I begin to see
that all these things I long for
are all that You would be.