Meaningless Things - Adam Watts

It is a lie if it freezes your soul

You can chase an attractive wind

When it blows

But if you can stay in the light

And let flesh be lonely

Cries become praise for the lord

We can be kings of meaningless things

Or we can be slaves of love

We can be kings of fallen things

Or we can be slaves of love

Our eyes are wide

And our ears hear it all

Can we filter the whole wide world

Through a small string of thoughts

We’re living today on the heels of the failing theory

That we all die, so we should live it up

A cry of love, a cry of pain’s enough

To leave us trying to find something our hands can touch

To numb the day

A thousand things will not cure weakness

Only a fall to grace a turn to the face of the lord