Mess of Me

I have been thinking about this song, Mess of Me, by Switchfoot, ever since my friend, ReilySmiley wrote about it on her blog, Dive Into Life. Its a really good song. Here are the lyrics...

I am my own affliction
I am my own disease
There ain't no drug that they could sell
Ah, there ain't no drug to make me well

There ain't no drug
There ain't no drug
There ain't no drug, it's not enough
The sickness is myself

I made a mess of me
I wanna get back the rest of me
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my life alive

I made a mess of me
I wanna get back the rest of me
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my life alive
The rest of my life alive

We lock our souls in cages
We hide inside our shells
It's hard to free the ones you love
Oh, when you can't forgive yourself
Yeah, forgive yourself

There ain't no drug
There ain't no drug
Ah, there ain't no drug
The sickness is myself

I made a mess of me
I wanna get back the rest of me
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my life alive

I made a mess of me
I wanna reverse this tragedy
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my live alive
The rest of my life alive

Right, 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
I'm breaking up
The sickness is myself
The sickness is myself

I made a mess of me
I wanna get back the rest of me
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my life alive

I made a mess of me
I wanna reverse this tragedy
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my live alive
The rest of my life alive

I was thinking, we are the main focus of this song. We are addicted to the world's standards, and there is no "drug" to make us well again. We wanna get back to where we were, but we can't. The only thing that will make us well again is Jesus. He is the "drug" we've been looking for. He is the only way we can be restored to our old self.
Just something to think about.

See ya soon!