Gracious Father,

I fear that my dishonesty will be the death of me.

My masks are many, and come deceivingly deadly.

They cover my heart and hide what’s inside.

Slowly I am fading, slowly I am dying.

I create a contradicting notion, being selfishly unselfish.

Looking only to my interest of unselfish intentions.

Is it selfish to be so unselfish that no one can love you?

All I’ve heard is starve yourself at the expense of others.

But how can you serve when you need served yourself?

Apprehension still grips my head.

I fear my way of expressing.

Because of the accusations of over dramatizing.

I try to articulate my feelings in way.

But every time they get scared away.

On the surface you can venture all you want.

But underneath the soil at the roots.

Where my tears flow and dishonesty is lost.  

I hold my fears.

My worries

My passions.

My dreams.

Hidden for safe keep.

Muffled so no one can hear.

The last hope I can stand on.

Is faith in you, O Lord.

Faith that you will do whatever it takes.

Even if the concoction of remedies calls for separation and pain.

The water is closing in.

My lungs are constricting.

Will you part my sea O God?!

Please don’t let this be the end of me.

Revive me. Renew me. Restore me. Replenish my soul!

Only you.

Only the God of the universe.

Only the one who sculpted the mountains and spread out the stars.

Only you can be Lord of all.

Praise be to the King of Kings.

Forever and ever.