His Name is Jealous

He watched you wake up this morning and reach for your phone.

He was right beside you, but somehow you failed to see you were never alone.

When you picked up your bag to go to work, nothing could harm you because you were His own.

Even what was meant to take you out didn’t break a bone.

But His jealousy stirred when your reflexes constantly told you to scroll through social media.

Over and over, other people’s lives became your Encyclopedia.

An addiction, every spare second of yours was altered by multimedia.

It fed your flesh, and your flesh became even greedier.

Now you feel empty and light-headed, maybe its anemia.

But no, baby. This is spiritual hypoglycemia.

See, His mame is not just Elohim. His name is Jealous.

So many plans, so many goals, but this right here is our Nexus.

True intimacy is murdered by a cycle so innocent but vicious.

He gets it. Life gets crazy busy it’s difficult to stay zealous.

But every minute we spend talking or listening to Him is precious.

And somehow, that’s how we heal ourselves of spiritual deafness.