Tell me, what is your source of happiness?

What is your happy place?

Your escape from the cruel reality?

Is it a precious memory?

A  special someone?

A hobby you’re obsessed with?

An idol you fan girl about?

Or could it be drugs and alcohol?

 

Well, now let me tell you what my source of happiness is

My happy place

My escape from cruel reality

My special someone

Even my drug, if it’s allowed to say it that way.

It is Him, my Lord

 

Sure, call me crazy

I’m not even sure if my people allow it for someone to think of Him that way

I might be offending Him right now

But I can’t help it

Because I thought about it

And for me, it’s true

He’s my drug

 

He’s the wine I need to drink at least once a week

Or else I’ll be grumpy

Whenever I go visit Him, I feel how my empty heart gets filled with His joy and love

How my soul gets feed up, like eating the sweetest of cakes

He’s my escape from the mess up place we all live in

And whenever the negative things try to end my life

He holds me back, telling me to not worry

That everything will be better

Like the true friend He is

 

So yeah, every Sunday

I go to His house

And have a good time while we get high

But not a highness that slowly kills, no

But a highness of happiness, hope, and the beauty of life