My Defender and My Peace
I hate all the things I have convinced myself to believe.
That I will never be enough.
That I take up too much space.
That there is no such thing as a safe place.
That I can't trust anyone, even my own self.
That there is always an alternative motive.
That I can't accept people might actually like my company.
That I have to dull my shine for others in fear of blinding them .
That I leave others' minds the moment I leave the room.
That others may run when I open my Pandora's box, so I keep it shut tight.
Oh but Lord you lay your hand upon me.
You prove each of these so wonderfully wrong with the beauty of your righteousness.
Your love for all my self viewed insanity is overwhelming.
Your want for my reflection of your light is incredible.
You tell me that you made me and so I am worthy, I am loved, and I will never be alone.
You encourage me to speak of my passion for you to others, for that is what they need to see.
You show me the reason you do all you do for me is formed in love and you ask for nothing else.
You remind me that all you do is good and perfect, and holy so I can trust in all you do even when I am unsure of the ending.
You turn discord to master pieces, I know you are still doing this in me.