The Self-Help Cure

I saw Him first or He saw me
and fear struck lonely at the knee
and I did stumble, but then caught,
'Compose yourself', the guru taught.

Still the urge to run and hide
lest someone see what lacks inside
I took 6 steps and then back 3,
this war between self-help and me.

and He took nine from where he stood
the other way but that was good,
the farther off, the less the chance
that lonely would be asked to dance.

Now hidden in the second aisle
my strength returned and I could smile
and feel the heat come to my face
and as I looked, my heart did race.

for he too lingered in this aisle
the other end and for a while...
perusing through the magazines
should I be wondering what this means?

I tried to think but drew a blank
what to do...then my heart sank
around the corner came his wife
with 4 small children, yes...his life.

Of course, you fool you can't be thinking
every guy that tics is winking,
stop the nonsense, get a life
count your blessings drop the strife

don't be waiting on the show
'cause when it's meant to be, you'll know
get a dog and take it out
and don't forget, you're kind of stout.

Drop the weight and get some style
feeling fat? An extra mile~
Take your fear out for a ride
drop it off the other side.

Bound by lonely just get free
kick it in the other knee.
Take your self-help to the bank
get some money fill the tank.

pack a bag and take a few
drive all night to somewhere new
find yourself and lose those two,
fear found lonely in the brew.

but self-help, where're we going to?
Time is short, you cannot stew...
but why the running, why the haste?
Why, can't you see? Your life's a waste!

I took that ride out to the cliff
and wondering, then what is the diff?
I've spent a lot of time on these
and burned my eyes right down to peas

trying all this new advice
on the rocks, or hold the ice,
i just can't fix these strange new drinks
and I don't care what that one thinks

and so I opened up the door
and took the books out, from the floor
and threw them off the cliff that day
dust to dust, or come what may

to the woods, from whenst you came
before your words would cause me shame
before they bound you into books
and scarred your spine with font and looks

you had no say in what was done
but someone gained a pretty sum
and all well meaning, surely so,
but in the end, a heavy snow...

And spring has come, and all things new
I'll try not to remember you
but hope to God that come the thaw
I'll not be sought out by the law...

for dumping is illegal here
and though my conscience, fairly clear
at least I saved another soul
from thinking self-help makes you whole

when life, is just one smaller part
of whats to come, what's in the heart
and how you act and what you do
the evidence of what's in you...

As human being, we tire and fall
and need the strength of someone tall
but not a man, a loving God
who knows just how our feet are shod.

Who bore the sin of all mankind
who wore the shoes and walked behind
and took the beating for the worst
the ones who hated, those who cursed.

And asks us just to trust in Him
to wash the stain of human sin
to let Him carry, be the Lord
a Savior we can all afford.

Whose perfect Love cast's out the fear
the lonely hearts club band is near
he wrote the music and the words
and knows the pain, he's led the herds.

the sheep can't really help themselves
out on these cliffs, we're just like elves,
but when we trust in Jesus Christ
he gives us all the BEST ADVICE!