Burnt the Ballot

How often do you question this quest & what it means to be blessed?/

If I realize the treasure chest of God’s kingdom rests beneath my breast why do I spend most days so obsessed with building my worldly nest?/

I forget that I’m just a guest waiting to return to His eternal arms of rest/

If only I would surrender & invest every bit of heart in my chest then no longer would I be possessed by the death of this flesh/

So I step back & take a breath/

Then thank God for the forgiveness which enables me to jest at every mess He has swept from the steps of my soul I’ve too often left unkempt/

Other days I sit here in my artistic abyss & watch you sip lies from the serpent’s lips/

I can hear its hiss suck away your bliss but all I can do in defense is clench my fists/

My only wish is that you can resist long enough for me to dish up a script that will enlist a hero to save you from evil’s grip/

You insist that you’re just an angel with clipped wings/

But I have to admit from my angle it seems you traded in your halo for the pitchfork you cling/

If I stick to my dreams of thinking I can stitch up our seams I’m gonna end up ashes & steam while you jest at the success of your obsessive scheme/

But this chess piece finally found release from that life diseased with strife/

No more late nights pouring liquor down my pipe/

The only light I had back then was used to spark the cigarette smoke/

Regrets can choke your hopes/

So I burnt the ballot of the spiritually broke & cast my vote for the Heavenly Host/