Algorithm of Grace (Confronting digital anxiety and performance culture)

Scrolling through a highlight reel of perfect painted scenes

Another sunrise worship post, but I just feel the ache

I measure my devotion by the likes I didn't get

Chasing that dopamine and drowning in the debt

Of comparison, the currency of this lonely digital space

I'm curating my soul for an audience of strangers

But this hunger for the spotlight, it only feeds the danger

Cause my worth is not a rolling number on a tiny screen

Your love's not an algorithm curating what I need

You see the broken filter in me I cannot hide

And you're swiping right on my soul

With nothing left to prove I'm fully known

And fully followed by you

This is the algorithm of grace

The comments section echoes with the voices in my head

Whispering I'm not enough with every word they've said

I'm trying to be trending to go viral in their eyes

But this constant need for validation is a poison in disguise

A follower, a man lost in this lonely digital space

I'm curating my soul for an audience of strangers

But this hunger for the spotlight, it only feeds the danger

Cause my worth is not a rolling number on a tiny screen

Your love's not an algorithm curating what I need

You see the broken filter in me I cannot hide

And you're swiping right on my soul

With nothing left to prove I'm fully known

And fully followed by you

This is the algorithm of grace

It's no edits, no facade, no perfectly framed lie

You love me in the wrong with no need to clarify

You don't refresh the page, your signal won't grow weak

You posted John 3.16

And you meant every single word you speak

Yeah, you meant every single word you speak

My worth is not a rolling number on a tiny screen

Your love's not an algorithm curating what I need

You see the broken filter in me I could never hide

And you're swiping right on my soul

With nothing left to prove I'm fully known

And fully followed by you

This is the algorithm