So caught up in this medium,

Always looking for the “real me.”

But I’m flipping through this Cosmo

Like what’s the new thing.

 

This environment around me:

I see the cover of magazines

Like they are something to emulate        

Like there’s something to be seen.

 

The movies on the TV screen.

We see these images everyday:

What to wear, where to go, and what to say,

What’s trending on Twitter,

Even who’s gone to jail today.

 

What hots and whats not.

What my friends think is cool.

Even people I don’t know

Trying to tell me what to do.

 

The only One I don’t seem to care about,

The only One whose opinion matters,

The Lord up above

And the almighty Teacher.

 

How are these messages accumulating in me?

Bombarded with the new trend,

The top Billboards,

And even what’s cool to eat.

 

Who is the “real me?”

I see her in the mirror when I first wake up

Then cover the canvas that God made with make-up.

Because God’s canvas doesn’t match the face I saw in Glamour yesterday

And surely the Bible’s teachings are not the only way.

 

The way is blocked with commercials and ads.

See MTV and even Disney

They’re trying to tell me how to be,

But all they’re teaching is slang and dirty jokes.

How did sex become something to do so casually?

 

When did it become ok

To encourage our youth to act this way?

I see kids on the street trying to act cool,

Acting like jerks cause that’s what the actors on TV do.

 

Not realizing this treasure they seek everyday

Will become the god in their lives that gets in the way.

In the way.

Not the way .

 

And yes the life is hard to live.

It is not a smooth path.

The trials and tribulations are halting,

But we have to have faith that they will not last.

 

The values portrayed in our culture,

The slang we learn everyday,

Even the sex viewed on TV

Is all getting in the way.

 

When did modern media become the “way of life?”

The “way of life” is not found is this media

That is so hard to ignore.

With so many options, how do we find the right door?

 

The cover of the Bible,

The stories of His life:

They will lead me in the ways of God,

And the ways that are not,

The ways I know He will bless me,

Even ways that aren’t sought.

 

To make our hearts clean,

Denying the falsehoods and norms,

Sounds like a harder way to live to us

Then even the sacrifices Christ endured.

 

My Cosmo is screaming read me! Read me!

So I snatch it up

And in the words of a Kardashian

I find how to “Get What I Want.”

 

As my Bible sits accumulating dust

Whispering "Daughter, please don’t forget me."

Knowing that through the words of Christ

Is where I will find what I truly want.

 

But blow drying my hair is more important than my devotions,

Because see God can wait

I’m more worried about my appearance.

 

What I’m forgetting is tomorrow is a gift:

It’s a gift from the One I am putting on hold.

On hold for Facebook or Twitter:

On hold because I’m trying to find the “real me.”

 

As the noise accumulates inside

I feel my values rushing out,

But No! I don’t lose them!

I can keep them! I promise!

I can keep my values and follow Christ

While chasing boys and getting plastered,

then show my face in church on Sunday morning

saying see I still got ‘em,

Yet cry on Sunday night because I haven’t found Him.

 

I can mask those tears with any old breeze.

I replace Him with them

Then those tears and sweat mix

And it’s hard to know the difference.

 

But I read somewhere this was ok.

This medium I surround myself with said it’s normal.

Come on this is the 21st century:

The Bible is not relevant to our culture.

 

Or is it the other way around?

Is our culture twisting the words of an unchanging book

Just to fit our lifestyle?

Snipping out pieces to make them fit.

Taking out the parts that we don’t like

Or may be too hard just a bit.

 

The wider road looks so much easier.

The narrow door is unattractive.

So many of our friends are on this other road

With so much room to live.

 

The narrow one is just too tight

Not being able to grant us our every wish.

The treasure that we seek

Will be where are heart is.

 

Our treasure is thrown at us by the media:

The new technologies and communication.

We seek it out daily

Covering every way of transportation.

 

Now I want to address this fallacy called “real me.”

Some search for it their whole lives

But it can never be found.

See they don’t realize the Son of Man is where they need to be.

 

Always looking and chasing

The next new style or invention.

If only I had that I-communication,

Then I’d find the “real me”

 

We all have it right before us.

We just need it in our hearts.

The love for God and Jesus

More so than our love of tech parts.

 

The real me is in the pages of Proverbs

Defined by verse thirty-one.

Through our actions and beliefs

Is how we will win this run.

 

Clothe ourselves in strength and dignity,

Speak with wisdom and faithful instruction.

Here is where we will find what we want.

Here is where there will be no destruction.

 

No destruction in our hearts,

Only fear for the Lord.

Oh how great to hold that feeling

And know we are so adored.

 

To be a noble woman,

As the verses speak,

Takes a great amount of faith,

And the knowledge of where to seek.