I'm sending out mixed signals
bottom line
I'm scared to death
to truly let you see what's real
so I sabotage myself
Anxiety rises quietly
then spins me toward despair
my confident exterior
belies deep-seated fear
So cavernous the pain
my past has wrought
I question then compare
undoubtably you won't choose me
so I take that seat back there
My wounded heart is healing
the gift is now I see
and understand the decision mine
to let Him set me free
tear down the walls I've built
bring soul restoration with Your Light, Your Love
root these feet profoundly in the soil of Your Foundation
open these palms to receive Your good provision
thank You for guiding me to close that other door
Lovingly I conclude this time
to place my heart in the way of harm
my only hope is He holds it tight
as I rest in lieu of commanding flight.
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