Are you seen through this veil of mine?
Past the gimmicks and the charades,
Can I become visible in the truest sense of the word?
Will the glory sneak past the flesh,
In order that the world will know of my faith?
This flesh, Oh God I want to burn it off
I want to be charred and black
If that's what it takes for your face to be seen
It's the only way out of this mess
This hole that I've dug for myself
Becoming this creature that I hate
I couldn't stop this if I tried
But without these drastic measures,
Can they see the Spirit that lives within me?
Is this a test because it feels like a chase?
Running down my fears to subdue my doubts
Learning every day that I'm not worthy of the ground you walked on
So much pain and it's so unrelenting
All I want is for you to be made known
That they would know you as I have known you
You are so much more real then what the pages in the book point to
Let them look into my eyes and know
That the creator of the universe lives behind blue lids
The very windows to my soul
Why can't they see that this is where you always are?
Remove the filth, remove the vile
Repulsed that this temple is drenched in the blood of the unclean
Yet my only desire is that they see and believe
Please let it be, let the truth come out of me
Monday, April 30, 2012
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