I was thinking about the analogy Gaby brought up and thought I'd try to put that into song lyrics. I haven't created a tune, yet, but I'd like to share the lyrics. Gaby's words have lingered on my mind, so I just needed to write down the thought: I think the working title will be "What Feeds You"
Verse 1
Eat clean for a week, and your stride carries light
Grab junk on the run, and the spark loses height.
You get sluggish and slow, dragging through the routine;
Your body knows plainly what’s falling between
The fuel that restores you and gives steady life,
And the filler that leaves you running empty inside.
Pre-Chorus
It breathes the same truth into heart and to mind:
Whatever you feast on is what you will find.
Chorus
Step away from the Word, and the noise rushes in,
Where peace used to settle, the hurry begins.
When patience runs shallow and thoughts carry strain,
It’s simply an appetite calling your name.
Your spirit needs God like your body needs bread
You can tell right away by the way that you’re fed.
Verse 2
It’s easy to think you can drift on your own,
Till the static builds up from the glow of your phone.
Shouldering burdens not meant for your back,
Running on fumes while you manage the pack.
It doesn't take failure to show you the cue
Just an inner reminder of what renews you.
Pre-Chorus
It breathes the same truth into heart and to mind:
Whatever you feast on is what you will find.
Chorus
Step away from the Word, and the noise rushes in,
Where peace used to settle, the hurry begins.
When patience runs shallow and thoughts carry strain,
It’s simply an appetite calling your name.
Your spirit needs God like your body needs bread
You can tell right away by the way that you’re fed.
Bridge
No tally to keep, and no standard to clear;
No stern-faced appraisal whenever you're near.
Just a seat at the table with room made for you,
Nothing to prove and no chores left to do.
Take what you need, let the quiet sink in,
And drink from the well where the healing begins.
Chorus
Step away from the Word, and the noise rushes in,
Where peace used to settle, the hurry begins.
When patience runs shallow and thoughts carry strain,
It’s simply an appetite calling your name.
Your spirit needs God like your body needs bread—
You can tell right away by the way that you’re fed.
Outro
There’s bread on the plate.
A seat with your name, a place to be full.
Come back to the quiet
Refresh your whole soul.
(PS - I used AI to help me rhyme some of the lines. I'm not the best at rhyming).