07 May 2011


I hide behind
  my weight
     my hair in my face
       my scatter-brained way
I put up my walls in silly physical form.

I say I don't care what you think of me


I cringe when
   I make a joke and you don't laugh
     there are awkward pauses in our conversation
       my voice carries a little too loudly
         I don't look just so

I am told I am perceived as confident and smart


Inside I am

How glorious is it that the King of Glory
sees the real me and loves it?

And now...

I hide behind
   His Word
     His death
       His resurrection
He tears down the walls in their spiritual form

and I find that I
   care less and less about what you think
     enjoy quiet reflection
       rejoice that I've been given a voice

Inside I am