At least I don't bow down to any statues..
Daniel 3. (It's me)
Funny little story,
Nebuchadnezzar… storing up his glory—
Poor little guy
Better get his act figured out
Cause that's what' it's about..
But it's not just him,
that I can pass over with a whim,
Take a good look at yourself,
Other than to fix your hair,
acting as if you didn't care
About what you wear,
or what your drive
Shiney -shine up that golden chariot, of mine
guzzling its gas-
So what if it doesn't last,
I'll just charge a back up-
The American dream-of thee I sing
Getting our way,
Day after day,
forgetting the poor and
Shutting the door to the enslaved & oppressed
Because we're afraid, or confused
and besides I'm way too busy,
And we don't know what one little ol' person can do,
So we write a check at the end of December
And feel good about just being a member.
Could this be idolatry?
Couldn't these all be idols?
Strutting our stuff
With the cigarettes we puff
We all act like fools,
Tooting our horns
Secretly checking out porn
Acting like we have it all together
Trying to weather
of the ten pounds I gained by
avoiding the confession
I should have been telling
to my friend who asked, "Really, how are you doing?"
if I can just whip up a snippet
to avoid sharing the integrity that I lack
I'll put on a show
And receive a pat on the back,
It's the lie I believe
That all I need
Is to be "liked",
Esteemed, the crop & cream
But if I'm honest..
I am an idol,
I am an idolater.
I worship myself, my ideals, my ways,
(And I wouldn't mind if everyone else did the same)
I worship the stuff that I eat and drink every day
I don't even realize
I buy trinkets that decay—
Believing and hoping they will fill me,
make me feel good.
And they do,
For moments, days, and sometimes a week
It's not just the drugs, sex, & alcohol in which we seek
To find this fulfillment
It's the coffee, chips, and the target trips,
brand new threads and king sized beds
Complaining about my spouse,
The size of my house,
Or any part of my body that I doubt
doesn't match up
with the air brushed models at grocery store check out.
But hey, at least I don't bow down to any statues…