7/21/09
let every dead end I run into
be where You begin
let all my scattered, gray thoughts
lead to You
where slate meets color,
and paper meets pen
I read your word, and dream.
every Psalm unfolding my heart to reveal the secret
i could not confess,
meant to forget and suppress because I left the truth for a lie
letting you wade through the darkness again,
the fires of this iron heart with your own hands and feet
watching you tear through this fortress and all its locked doors,
until you've finally reached the room
where I've hid as a child for all my life
until finally I tell the secret to myself,
and to the world
that You love me.
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