We take pictures and critique them
We all just want to be liked
We hire pro photographers that snap
Candid photos don’t suffice
We yearn for love and acceptance
We just want to be seen, heard, and followed
We post for the phantom earnings
We filter, edit, and stage, hoping it is hallowed
Manufacturing content is mantra
But it doesn’t satisfy our yearnings
We slowly succumb to pride & idolatry
Our souls are burdened and burning
We forget Who’s we are, lost in our platforms.
The struggle is real, the struggle is self-induced
Riding the volatile cycle of self-preservation
We recreated our image, who we are, reduced.
The only way to break it is to break open
To relinquish our ambition to be followed
And Follow the One who’s worthy to hope in.
We’re the created settling for discontent
Dismissing the Image we’re created in
Continually creating and producing content
editing and tweaking what was perfected
Sacrificing the sacred for short-lived sentiment.
Let us turn our hearts to Whom perfected the imperfect
Let us tune out what is fleeting and overwhelming
Let us cling to Love who Accepts all despite brokenness
He is the One who frees souls from all that overwhelms.