Secrets . . . suffocate me.
No one can know my lies.
For in my broken and rotting state, I gasp to stay alive.
I avoid. I run. From every purpose, my Life is meant to be.
I turn my back on every Truth, fully knowing, in these lies I will believe.
These lies, these secrets seem to comfort but only for a time.
These lies and these secrets truly threaten to take my Life.
Surrounded by so many people, but always lonely and alone.
I ache. I hurt. I hate this. My Heart is that of hard and icy stone.
I always keep my distance, can’t and won’t let anyone in,
But if I am honest with myself, “I could really use a Friend.”
My heart is cries for Freedom, it longs for something more.
But I am broken, and I am hurting.
Who would want this ruined and wretched whore?
Yet. . . in my darkest moment, Thou has saved me by Thy Grace,
For it is not my greatest efforts, that will help me end this race.
My heart it melts and softens. He heals and mends every wound.
By no good deed can I earn this, doesn’t matter how hard I strive.
Not by works, boasting, performance, but a free Gift, in which I am Alive.
For Life eternal is a Gift from Him, in Him I find my rest.
These walls have crumbled and are no more, He knows this way is best.
So my life has become a journey, growing in Him day by day by day.
Humbled. Grateful. Speechless. Never thought by life could be this way.
And now that I know this joy, it is one I cannot contain.
I will tell this world of my Savior, I will not, I cannot refrain.
