The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling
This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now
And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by...
These lyrics belong to the song Innocence by Avril Lavigne. Does anyone remember such a time? A time of innocence? I do. I remember it very clearly, perhaps clearer than most. The majority of people gradually grow to lose innocence. That is the proper procedure, a steady gradual loss of innocence. And that's not even a bad thing. One doesn't want to remain innocent forever. Neither does one want to purposefully go out and be bent on malice. But I did not follow the proper procedure. No, my innocence was robbed from me on a single night. Years ago, when I was 8 years old, I spent my first night in Hell. Since then I have no longer been innocent. I miss it. I was robbed. I wish I could go back. I wish I could lose it properly instead of perversely. But I can't. Now, in this song, Avril sings or recuperating her innocence and of finding it in the arms and admiration of another. Is that possible? I don't think so. Even in Christ I doubt it can be so. I mean, I realize He can do all things, but this is one thing I think would go against His nature. Christ can make me acceptable and in Him I strive for holiness in my daily life, yet the innocence is lost forever. So why don't I suck it up? Why do I keep up with these silly pity parties?
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