Confession, Part II: A Response

A heart beats faintly
The last whisper questioning who you see...

Do I believe it could be me?

Hiding so long behind the rubble of despair
Unwilling to utter a single syllable in prayer
Consoling the grief, clothing the nakedness of which I am now aware

How long have I sustained this life with vanity?
A cup of self-righteous religiosity

Underneath it all, knowing
This is NOT the intention
Set In Place for me

So afraid of being truly seen
Every despised blemish exposed to
Rejection and Mockery

So,

Here's my shame and treachery
Here's the guilt that's condemned me
Laid bare now for the WORLD to SEE

I refuse these lies I have believed
No longer a pawn of the enemy
Bound with the fear of my undeniable depravity

So,

Think what you want, judge what you see
Kick me out into the streets
Love or despise me

Desperation DEMANDS I live in reality

I take a stand

I will be, I must be, the voice of those we do not see

The voice of the children who have been left

The voice of the lost, to who hope is a defect

CHOSEN

Not for who I am, what I've done, or what I will become

BUT BECAUSE

He First Chose Me

Here is my confession, my imperfections and vulnerability
Here is my heart, a restless hope, desperate for things unseen