666|777

666

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.

667

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.

677

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.

777

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.