A wish to arise

When someone tells you they see great things in you, maybe for you it builds great courage.

But I'd like to say, that more than I'd like to say, falsehood has a place in my mind to drive that courage away. And fear instantly arises. Its scary how often that serpent can contort his words to look like a suffering servant.Whats worse, is that despite the tiresome work that that imaginative engineer put into building a discerning mind, with full volition I cast empathy aside. Its not like a spell was cast over me. There is no warlock in the closet, no witch hiding beneath the bed. Merely an idea that I could find better rest in a place where men die a lonely death. For all the fruit, that purity, empathy and humility might provide, I'd rather hide from the truth that the heart of God desires that the suffering of man has an end, that doesn't merely lie in our obliteration. 

I'd rather hide in obliteration. 

But I can't. I'm a slave to righteousness, and I will have to see this leprosy leave. Those gluttonous idols are one by one exiting my house, and I'm feeding them bits of soul as they see their way out. And I reason with myself, why would I exalt tyranny over majesty. Why would I trade your love instead of holding onto the pillars of trust you built within my soul.

I always fear I've fallen in love with something thats not you. Loving my righteousness rather than the righteous king. Loving the way I sing rather than a savior befitting of melody.

Savior, bring the defiled to repentance in my house, cause I feel like a pharisee.

I don't think I'm befitting a temple so holy. Don't think I deserve these eyes extended. I'd rather sit a home alone, choking on carcinogens waiting for the cold to pass so that I might breathe my last breath and die. But its not me who reigns here. You cast me off the throne, and you breathed life into the bones. And I gotta settle down in this new life. I've found my bearings, whats a wish to arise?

Tell me Maria, whats a wish to arise?