Truth
As I now know it, I see;
In the past it was hidden.
Revelation through perserverence,
Coming only after struggles.
Questions then arise:
How can Truth be found?
How can Truth exist?
Why me? Why me? Why me?
To be unveiled is bliss.
To look behind is torture.
The past is haunting,
If I let it be so.
Forgiveness is powerful,
If I truly receive it.
Nothing is hidden now:
The blinders are removed.
The Book of Life is open
And His arms welcome me in.
Truth is hard to hold,
But I bear this burden gladly.
I stumble, I fail,
But I am always lifted.
This Truth is light,
Lighter than my blindness.
His help is graceful
And totally underserved.
The Way, the Truth, and the Life.
No other will get me there.
I was inspired on Sunday, June 06, 2004
