Footprints

footprints in the butter
a conspiracy of sorts,
we're hiding in the shadows
while hypocrisy distorts.

pretending all is well
while bleeding on the floor,
we're told to keep our head up,
while sin's cancer we ignore.

we are dancing in a morgue
grasping life; but dying more,
we're playing games with heartaches,
while we're living in a war.

we're washing in a sewer,
still blaming our decor,
we're searching in the empty,
while confused there's not more.

footprints in the beach sand
we love to quote the verse,
we rehearse the theory
while we're digging in the curse.

Note: How do we know an elephant has been in the fridge? Because there is footprints in the butter. A different take on the famous "Footprints poem" exploring the hypocrisy of searching for footprints while the fridge is in a hundred pieces!

We need to embrace the grace of God in all aspects of our lives. The struggle of trying to cover our tracks in the butter needs to stop. Instead, we need to let Christ carry us - after all we are crippled. Transformation comes not from our effort but rather our surrender. The world needs to see the healing that Jesus brings to our lives - not our fancy dance of pretending.

It is only through relying on His grace that we can start living lives that bring God glory!