The Search

Turn on the TV, scroll through your phone
Billboards and magazines; we believe all we’re shown

Im too young, too old, too skinny, too fat
I don’t have her “this.” I don’t have her “that.”

We compare and compare “Oh, life it’s not fair!” 
We chase after something that’s not even there!

Blindly we listen to the lies we are told
But what if we stopped; stopped buying what we’re sold?

Can we breath for a minute? Can we just look around?
And realize what we’re searching for has already been FOUND!

Its time for HIS daughters to open HIS Book
And instead of the mirror this is where we look.

So turn off the TV and put up your phone
Quiet your heart and just get alone

Open your eyes, open your ears
to the one who brings REST and calms all your fears.