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I want to be a truth-teller.
For the real to run off my
Tongue and to start a
Current to your source.
But I sputter these soliloquys
And they are rusty waters,
Browned of pretense dripping
For the roof of my mouth
And sticky of something
Clever that I like too much
To keep to myself.
I twist and I mix until
It tastes good to me;
I approve what I can to make
Truth sweet to the tongue.
The
Waters are strong,
But I don't know where
They are flowing to.
And now,
These waves have
Made my mouth
Rot.
I want to be a truth-teller
But sometimes I'm not.
But You are and when
I see You as You are,
Your scars encrypt the
Inside of my eyelids;
I see my lips
Are dust and
Your love is selfless
Water, clean and good;
It bends to flow new
Songs,
To bring filthy dust to life.
And then,
Your love speaks through me.
Lord,
I want to be a truth wearer.
But I am
Sometimes a seller
And I pretend the word
modestly.
Cleverly paint it in
Subtle brillancy,
So they will wonder
When they
Look at me.
Sometimes I want
To be attractive instead,
And so I clothe myself
With filters and
Curved necklines,
At right angles
And the right time
Because I want to wear
What they'll
Like on me.
I want to paint sufficiency.
I want to be a truth wearer but
Without you,
I am blind and naked
And that no covering can mask
My indeceny.
No filter can clean
my mockery.
Sometimes I'm a liar
And lies can't wear truth
But
You put your love
Inside of me.
You are clearing
Nooks of indecency
You are turning my subtle
Mockery; You are gripping
The ashes to beauty.
Dust can't hold Truth to
Wear, but you have
Clothed yourself over me.
Jesus,
I want to be a truth-dweller
But I am prone to wander--
I feel it in my skin.
My heart leaps
Warmly to the pulse of sin,
And I want to walk outside
This house.
I want to be a truth-dweller,
But hunger pangs take
Me to the windows
Where other dwellings
Look strong, and
From their chimneys I hear
Their siren songs
Calling me to them.
I want to be a truth-dweller
But sometimes I pause inside
Of sin.
But Truth-tweller,
Sinner-dweller you made yourself
Sin and you are coming to me,
Lifting my head,
Calming my groaning.
And you tell me I am
In the House of God forever.
When I can't seem to live
What I am claiming,
Lover of daughters,
God of our fathers,
You are whispering softly:
I want to know you.
I want to know you.
I want to know you.
And I want you to know Me.
I made a video for this poem (at the top)! Please share if you like it!
I want to be a truth-teller.
For the real to run off my
Tongue and to start a
Current to your source.
But I sputter these soliloquys
And they are rusty waters,
Browned of pretense dripping
For the roof of my mouth
And sticky of something
Clever that I like too much
To keep to myself.
I twist and I mix until
It tastes good to me;
I approve what I can to make
Truth sweet to the tongue.
The
Waters are strong,
But I don't know where
They are flowing to.
And now,
These waves have
Made my mouth
Rot.
I want to be a truth-teller
But sometimes I'm not.
But You are and when
I see You as You are,
Your scars encrypt the
Inside of my eyelids;
I see my lips
Are dust and
Your love is selfless
Water, clean and good;
It bends to flow new
Songs,
To bring filthy dust to life.
And then,
Your love speaks through me.
Lord,
I want to be a truth wearer.
But I am
Sometimes a seller
And I pretend the word
modestly.
Cleverly paint it in
Subtle brillancy,
So they will wonder
When they
Look at me.
Sometimes I want
To be attractive instead,
And so I clothe myself
With filters and
Curved necklines,
At right angles
And the right time
Because I want to wear
What they'll
Like on me.
I want to paint sufficiency.
I want to be a truth wearer but
Without you,
I am blind and naked
And that no covering can mask
My indeceny.
No filter can clean
my mockery.
Sometimes I'm a liar
And lies can't wear truth
But
You put your love
Inside of me.
You are clearing
Nooks of indecency
You are turning my subtle
Mockery; You are gripping
The ashes to beauty.
Dust can't hold Truth to
Wear, but you have
Clothed yourself over me.
Jesus,
I want to be a truth-dweller
But I am prone to wander--
I feel it in my skin.
My heart leaps
Warmly to the pulse of sin,
And I want to walk outside
This house.
I want to be a truth-dweller,
But hunger pangs take
Me to the windows
Where other dwellings
Look strong, and
From their chimneys I hear
Their siren songs
Calling me to them.
I want to be a truth-dweller
But sometimes I pause inside
Of sin.
But Truth-tweller,
Sinner-dweller you made yourself
Sin and you are coming to me,
Lifting my head,
Calming my groaning.
And you tell me I am
In the House of God forever.
When I can't seem to live
What I am claiming,
Lover of daughters,
God of our fathers,
You are whispering softly:
I want to know you.
I want to know you.
I want to know you.
And I want you to know Me.
I made a video for this poem (at the top)! Please share if you like it!