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Mortgaging Paradise

 
Ignite the light in a sky of black
When the void surrounds us
Circumstantial disadvantages
Night lies when it speaks of hopelessness
Mercy at dawn, born a peace treaty
Life given to be laid down
From unseen riches partaking of a beggars crown
I've no words for glory but to behold
Ransom from the cradle to save my broken soul
 

Can I hear Your heart behind the words?
Sacred letters made to post card marketing
Timeless the cryptic writing of everlasting truth
Commercializing the consumer's Christ
Traditional conveyor belt, recycled trends
Designating vain kindness in the season as a means to end
Masquerading lovers to majestic saints of tax free giving
Another year to waste away for a single moment living
 
Slave away to debts for luxury as we mortgage paradise
Seconds of euphoria to remake a sense of home
With visions only set to temporal rewards
Dreams equate to prolong a vapor throne
Selling hype for the holidays
As loved ones are hostage to occupation
Proving commitments to the corporate Scrooges
When position dictates obligation
 
Home away from home for Christmas
In prison cells, half way houses. hospice, and diner getaways
Overworked and underpaid with survival rates to sell short the priceless
Thankless sacrifices to forfeit family time
All we invest in the moments we never see is waste
Remind me to be thankful by comparison
When we're only worth our weight in what we can produce
 
Working for better lives to outlive the alternative
Homelessness for the holidays to enable the initiative
Perpetually forgotten till it's time again to care
Eyes enchanted to behold the invisible that we pretend were never there
Making a surviving losing out on living
Earning all we can to make our way
Prosperity to frivolity, constructing another's dream
First world burdens are only as heavy as perspective
 
Can you see the forest for the Christmas trees?
Adorned by light with prayers for a month to last a life time
Till love is outdated again and fists clench
As winter makes its way from the sky into cold hearts
Cultivating inward habitations to sustain selfishness
After we've been disenchanted by festivity
All that's left after the memory is the eternal value of the nativity
Bring me back to Christmas as values last year round
Because You're not just a Savior for the holidays we remember
When loving You is loving the abandoned as lost are found
I pray that we live everyday like it's December
Ember months to warm hearts as we thaw and learn to love again
When true salvation is a ministry of actions not just the avoidance of our sin...
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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