that's the risk

you take. if people were to know what you were really like would they still love you?

take our

raised hands~God, from self-righteous fists

to arms outstretched in complete dependence.

from the champion... to the child~

we are nothing without you.

it is your voice

that whispers to me late at night and wee hours of morning. i hate you and everything you stand for, yet am mesmerized by you &your sinister offer of perfection.

 

looking into God's mirror is far less cruel than society's, and much more important. sometimes i'm just reading something and feel him saying "I wouldn't change a thing about you. proof: I didn't!" :)

How amazing are your thoughts concerning me, God!
   How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
   they would outnumber the grains of sand—
   when I awake, I am still with you. Psalm 139:17-18