241008 True Confessions
True Confessions
I must confess, I'm quite a mess
Though looks may be deceiving
Appears I have my act together
In hopes act you're believing
It's really an elaborate hoax
To fit in; to belong
It seems my ducks are in a row
But actually, you are wrong
What might be seen as confidence
Is really false bravado
Pretend that all the answers have
Yet many things I don't know
I flounder and fumble around
With insecurities
My life's a mess, I must confess
Just looks like it's a breeze
How often I put on false front
That everything is fine
But you might see the real me
If curtain, looked behind
Perhaps we all, to some degree
Present an airbrushed face
Or Photoshop our real life
To avoid public disgrace
Falsely assume that other's lives
Are perfect, like a dream
Or worry how they're judging you
If things aren't how they seem
How freeing and relaxing
If accepted, warts and all
But in the critical world we live
That might be order, tall
Yet, there's someone who knows true self
Each dent, and scratch, and dink
Whose opinion you should value most
Not what the world does think
He sees not how the world does see
For he's a gracious God
It's heart inside you that he views
Not your outward facade
Not fretting as dear Martha did
But like Mary, at his feet
See what's truly the better thing
That's how to feel complete
Rest in the fact He loves you so
In spite of all your mess
The freedom to be real self is
Best gift, I must confess
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