I was created in the image of my Creator,
Yet I am prone to imitate our perverter
He died for me—so that I may truly live,
Yet I give myself to death willingly
He paints a halo over me
Yet I see horns on my head.
Concussed and confused—my mind asks,
Where is my God?
Tormented and torn—my heart yearns,
For its Father.
Scared and searching—my spirit knows,
He is near.
Damn my good intentions,
Damn my wishful thinking,
Damn my justifying mind,
Damn my character.
My God, My God, I fearfully pray,
break this good man—make him righteous.
I have come to understand—
By letting go, I can grasp
By losing myself to you, I fully gain myself.
Show me who I am—
before all the haze of my thoughts.
Moment by moment—forever
you have changed me.