In otherwise darkrooms within,
we put the screws to Him when we think no one’s looking
pretend we love him…
along with all the other phony smileys
not willing to change a damn a thing about ourselves
we cross examine faces,
Truth right before us.
Will of the Sovereign
Subjected to a kaleidoscope of misguided
potential servant’s faces
and miss the scintillating revelation
while comforted in the warmth of the very same “gifted” glaring light
creating the many colors and hues.
On this tiny orb
hanging by a thread from The Father’s fingertips above us.
Trying to self determine and comprehend a “WAY”
so far above our own
we are some of us
driven to madness
in lieu of simply accepting in amazement, reverence, awe,
Something by our limited understanding simply too good to be true
and the child-like wonder has hidden beneath the covers in stark terror
“The Truth vista can be found but not In the act of ‘lying’ while face down… on the ground”
“Where were you on the night in question?”
“What is The Truth?”
“WHY DON’T YOU ANSWER ME!!!”
(The Truth is….right in front of you)
“WE CAN’T THE HANDLE TRUTH”…well,
Only GOD CAN.
(fortunately for us HE cares and shares)
Truth was not ever hours to be man-handled
Or rough housed
How much more foolish…
as a society
can we continue to be?
Asking of Truth…
while still entangled in the depths
of our own depravity?
In spite of our selves