One by one, you take them away,
an uncle here,
an aunt there,
until the tide surges against me
and momentum is on your side.
It's a competition.
It always has been.
But it's one you're wired to win
and I'm destined to lose.
I don't have crowds of people
hanging onto my every word,
don't have the authority of the pulpit behind me,
making everything I say and do
seem reasonable and like God's Will.
I'm just me.
Damaged, you would say,
with a shaken faith because
how else could I be so depressed?
Lost, you would say,
lacking the strength and willpower to stand up for God.
But there's Someone Who knows
you're lying.
Someone Who remembers
the truth.
Someone Who isn't impressed by whitewashed tombs
And outwardly pious displays of faith.
Jesus knows.
Jesus remembers.
He's the same Savior Who held me close
in that dark basement room.
He's the same Friend Who listens
to my every fear,
my every secret.
He promises comfort for those who are hurting
and vengeance against those who hurt His beloved.
Positions shift.
Now, you're destined to
lose the person you value the most.
It was never me.
I was just a means to an end.
This has always been about you...
your desires,
your reputation,
your only god -
yourself -
then and now.