I once had a craving I couldn’t explain—
A pull in my soul like a runaway train.
It wasn’t for chocolate or money or fame,
But something deeper that I couldn’t quite name.
I looked in the mirror and said, “What’s my need?
What’s driving my choices? What thoughts do I feed?”
I said I loved freedom, success, and the rest,
But maybe it wasn’t those things I loved best.
Some people crave power, and some want a thrill.
Others long to be noticed and chase every pill.
But deep in our hearts, there’s a hunger inside
That money and pleasure will never provide.
Jesus was hungry, but not for beef stew.
His appetite was for the best we can do.
“My food,” he said, “is to meet my Father’s desire.
That’s what really sets my heart on fire.”
His joy wasn’t loud like a party parade.
It thrived within and never did fade.
The thrill that he felt was more than a flash.
It grew as he served with no concern for cash.
Addictions are habits that grow with the first taste—
A little, then more, and even more as we add to our waist.
But what if we hungered for Heaven instead—
And feasted on truth by the Spirit as we’re led?
Just like with bad cravings, this hunger will grow
And keep bringing satisfaction, not sorrow and woe.
The more we serve him, the more we will care,
For the journey’s great rewards that will take us there.
We should be like Jesus and chase what is right—
Getting hooked on his mercy, his truth, and his light.
We need to be addicted to his kindness and grace,
And soon, all that would harm us will fall out of place.
For the soul that is fed by the Father above
Will overflow daily with joy, peace, and love.
After you acquire a taste for that heavenly bread,
You won’t want junk food that messes with your head.
So pray without ceasing. Be watchful. Be wise.
Let nothing distract you or darken your eyes.
And if you should stumble or feel all alone,
Just run to the One who still calls you his own.
