Mess Of Me
I came across Switchfoot’s new single “Mess Of Me” from their new album, “Hello Hurricane” and can I just say I am blown away by how good this song is!
It seems that these days you have two camps in Christianity. The first are living their best life now following the 7 steps to success and prosperity. The second group are those humbled and wrecked by the realisation of what their true life is all about.
Let me assure you, there are no shortage of spin doctors, I mean “pastors”, who belt out the swan song for the first group. And the hordes that follow them do so while scratching their itching ears.
At the same time, scratch beneath the surface and you get a growing, rumbling and groaning group of people exposed to good teaching which does nothing but expose sin in their lives in the light of Scripture and points them straight to Jesus – bypassing any hint of “their best life now” or financial prosperity.
It seems as if God is cleaning out the house these days and separating those He calls His own to those who call God their own – only when it suites them. Whare am I in this cosmic sifting? Right about where sin is being exposed and I am starting to hate it deeply. And that’s why I love this song, “Mess Of Me.” Lyrics follow the clip..
I am my own affliction
I am my own disease
There ain’t no drug that they could sell
Ah there ain’t no drugs to make me well
There ain’t no drugs
It’s not enough
There ain’t no drugs
The sickness is myself
- Chorus –
I made a mess of me I wanna get back the rest of me
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my life alive
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna reverse this tragedy
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my live alive
The rest of my life alive!
We lock our souls in cages
We hide inside our shells
It’s hard to feed to the ones you love
Oh when you can’t forgive yourself
Yeah forgive yourself!
There ain’t no drugs
There ain’t no drugs
There ain’t no drugs
The sickness is myself
- Chorus –
I made a mess of me I wanna get back the rest of me
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my life alive
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna reverse this tragedy
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my live alive
The rest of my life alive!
AHHHHHHOOOOO!
There ain’t no drug
There ain’t no drug
There ain’t no drug
No drugs to make me well
There ain’t no drug
It’s not enough
We´re breaking up
The sickness is myself
The sickness is myself
- Chorus –
I made a mess of me I wanna get back the rest of me
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my life alive
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna reverse this tragedy
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my live alive
The rest of my life alive!
That song is fantastic! And I like the distinction you make in the subtle wording of this sentence: "separating those He calls His own to those who call God their own…"
Glad you enjoyed it Blaine. This band has grown heaps in it's song style and message – love them! And trust you to pick up on the crux of the post!
This point is starting to resonate so deeply within me these days. I just hope that in Jesus, I'm found on the right side of the fence at the end of it all.