But fornication and all uncleanness or covetousness,
let it not even be named among you, as is fitting for saints;
neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor coarse jesting,
which are not fitting, but rather giving of thanks. (Ephesians 5:3-4)

When sitting in a restaurant, I prefer to hear instrumental music: classical baroque, flamenco, or light jazz. Unfortunately, I often hear young singers crooning out heart-throbbing lyrics related to wanting love, lamenting the loss of love; being loved, or making love.

The premise behind the music is a crying quest for love, albeit the fantasy of love to be or love despairingly lost. The world bases its love on what they get out of it. The lyrics, the movies, the romance novels, and TV series string people along into chasing an illusion of finding that perfect love. But that love is primarily selfishly conditional — it is full of lust, sexual innuendo, and self-pleasure — certainly not God’s intent for true marital love. It’s Satan’s perverted delusion of God’s love, which He prefers is shed abroad in our hearts. His love for His children is forgiving, unconditional, and self-sacrificing.

Little wonder the songs bellowing from these young singers sound so shallow, selfish, sensual, and often sexual.