Your Image

Show me your love, I really need to learn

How to avoid ways of trying to earn

The present that has been given to me

Please, Father, never stop showing me

How it was our foe that kept shoving me

It was not your love that kept hurting me

Father, I didn't know, someone has lied

As you do understand, you know it well

Among us your shiny image has died

It's absence has orchestrated flames of hell

We desperately need to learn who you are

We manipulated - we went too far

Playing games we thought you were playing too

Breaking all the rules and having no clue

Of our pain, of what we are going through

Scared, running in your probing jar

It makes me angry - I know it's not good

But I honestly do not know what would

I do if I saw liers on the street

Clothed with respect, dignified and neat

My feet would be so quick to make them eat

All their words...their soul's laying on a tilt

Father, forgive me for clearly hating

My heart is always lagging

Behind Yours