The advertisements that you see each day Promise so much, but now you've learnt to be Sceptical, no matter what they say. This world is not what it’s cracked up to be. You'd had high hopes, built castles in the sky With bright child's eyes, with adolescent zeal. You’re older now and know how easily Such dreams, mirage-like, fade… or if they're real Are lacking somehow. You mask your hidden aching With cynicism. Facing Philip now “What good can come from Nazareth?”, you ask With your trademark quirking of the brow. Let go of your defences, come and see The One who’s better than you dreamed he’d be.
Nathanael
Nathanael
Nathanael
The advertisements that you see each day Promise so much, but now you've learnt to be Sceptical, no matter what they say. This world is not what it’s cracked up to be. You'd had high hopes, built castles in the sky With bright child's eyes, with adolescent zeal. You’re older now and know how easily Such dreams, mirage-like, fade… or if they're real Are lacking somehow. You mask your hidden aching With cynicism. Facing Philip now “What good can come from Nazareth?”, you ask With your trademark quirking of the brow. Let go of your defences, come and see The One who’s better than you dreamed he’d be.