My Christianity

We are the child begging for food;
We are the burden on your back,
Yet still you feed us.
You strengthen our souls,
Your love is what drives us on,
You’re the reason we live.
Like a single note in a melody,
We seem to forget our importance.
Instead we fight to become prominent,
To become more stable and sure.
We lost our priorities,
We lose you.
We are the sweat from your hand;
The blood in your body.
How silly; we try to satisfy
Our need to be accepted,
Our need to be under control.
We will not be content until we have complete control,
And you will not be content without all of our entity.
We are your hammer and nails;
As soon as we become content you rip us out again.
We see it as punishment,
But truly you are saving us from mediocrity.
Father do not let us become like rocks,
Lifeless, uncaring, emotionless rocks.
Knock us off our pedestals,
Kick our feet out from under us,
Until we are bowing down at your feet,
Until there is no one before you,
Until we are once again the sheep you designed us to be.