Everyone is striving for perfection in life, but perfection without JESUS is misunderstood!
I’m also striving to be a better man, but I know I am damaged goods!
Women are getting themselves fixed with cosmetic surgery, because they’re not happy with what they see!
Men are working themselves to death trying to be what someone else wants them to be!
“But were all just damaged goods!”
Kids are folding under pressure because of peer pressure, trying to be something they’re not!
Grown folk are now acting like kids again, dying for the number one spot!
The young people are trying to be old, growing up so fast too fast it seems!
The grown adults are trying to be young again, suffering from the midlife crisis disease!
Everyone is striving for perfection in this false reality as they could!
But the closer we get to our false image of perfection, that’s when we realize we’re all just damaged goods
When you realize you’re not perfect, then that’s wisdom in itself!
Then you become comfortable in your own damn skin, and you’re not trying to be like anyone else!
Then it’s alright to be damaged goods, because true perfection comes from knowing the truth about yourself!
Knowing JESUS is perfect knowledge, and the wisdom of GOD is to ask for His help!
Damaged Goods Striving for Perfection, a psalm by Reese Kemp
(Psalms 42:1-11) As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted in me?
Hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me?
Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.