Psalm 106:19-20

19 They made a calf in Horeb,
And worshiped the molded image.
20 Thus they changed their glory
Into the image of an ox that eats grass.

Reality

We sing about purity and live like a blot

We talk about innocence as within we slowly rot

We dream about angels and live only for self

As we’re slowly sinking in our own wishing well

We talk about helping others as we’re filling our own vaults

We don’t want to be bothered as we leave others in the cold

With hands and eyes lifted up we promise to change the cast

The bible we call “Holy Script” that we left in our sullen past

I am not criticizing … just looking in the mirror

Simply analyzing and to see to my own horror

That the bull I fed … “I”!!! Swallowed with a sigh

What you see is what you get seems the biggest lie

Jan Wienen