Discontentment in my heart 

Is just another way 

I trick myself with mirrors 

Feet in quicksand mixed with clay 

Distracted, disappointed 

Clutching remnants of my shame 

Hiding til I hear Your call again. 

But I’m mute and blind and tone-deaf 

To the calling of Your voice 

I play this bodies’ victim 

Like I haven’t got a choice 

Still, the truth is right behind me 

If I turn my self around 

Instead, I’m lost and scared I won’t be found. 

Constantly disorganized, uncertain and in fear  

I strive to make it through each day 

And days turn into years 

But if I could focus on Your voice 

And forego pretentious plans 

I know Your love will take me as I am. 

It’s me who judges harshly 

And it’s me who casts the stones 

Running down each rabbit hole 

To hide my sinful soul 

It’s You who says “my child, you are My child and perfect made. 

There’s nothing here for which to be afraid.” 

I know my heart has known You 

In the stillness of the dawn 

It’s here You whisper kindness 

In my ear You sing truth’s song 

It’s me who fights Your freedom 

And resists my soul’s release 

Someday I’ll let You sing me Home to peace.