My first love

There is a praise and worship song with the lyrics "You alone are my first love, and I am coming back to you" which has resonated in my mind lately. I think there are two distinct ways in which the term first love can be meant there: it could mean first in a historical sense, meaning that God was whom we loved before all else, or it could intended to portray magnitude, meaning that we love God more than anything else presently.
I struggle with the second of those two options. Life is never as good as when God is my first love. Still I vainly pour my worship, my love, into broken jars which cannot satisfy their intended purpose; jars such as humor and success, friends and impressions. It's true that none of these things listed can be explicitly declared as sins, but the sin is not in them, rather it is in my over desire for them. I strive for the provided while avoiding the provider, I sabotage my happiness over a sense of self pride.
My heart will never know the peace it longs for until I make God my first love; all actions flowing freely from the joy of the Gospel reproducing itself in my heart and life! I long for all things to be motivated out of a heart so deeply ravished by the beauty of God that it cannot do anything but seek His will all day long! This is the journey which I am joyfully on, standing shoulder to shoulder with my brothers and sisters in Christ! Move forward with me, please, let us run the race in a way worthy to dwell in the presence of the Glory of God! For Christ took us worms and made us Saints!