The Missing Piece

Who are we really?

Wear this, do that, be him, hate her

What a heavy price to be broken

So expensive to never be good enough

How miserable it is to be miserable

Longing for comfort yet only met with disappointment

So fleeting

A new job, new girlfriend, new house, new day

Then I will be happy

Happiness lies in the future, the present never satisfies

This is the cry of our generation

There has to be something more

What truly satisfies this internal drive for comfort?

I have tried everything what more can I do!

More money, more alcohol, more sex

Is that what I need?

Is that what I am here for?

This is the cry of our generation

Over and over again I fall, I stumble

The world says conform and I will make you happy

What more must I do for comfort, for joy, for peace?

This is the cry of our generation

Enough is enough

On my knees I break

I surrender! I surrender all!

God I am done. I can’t do it anymore!

This fire cannot quench my thirst!

This is the cry of our generation

And so I came alive

I lived not because of anything I did

But because I gave up, I surrendered

The game is over

I have given up yet I have won the race

Not because of what I have done

What have I done but lived in disobedience

Enslaved no longer

I am free from my chains

The weight of the world has been taken off my shoulders

Because He was made nothing, I was made everything

Through Christ I have victory

Through Christ I am clean

Through Christ I peace

This is my cry and this is why I live