How we know exactly what we want until we get it
We are so sure of ourselves
Until we turn around and see we are not who we thought
Our track records are not what they ought to be
Who are we to say what we’re not if the evidence contradicts it?
Who do we become when we see it?
When despair is a legitimate option, do we find ourselves there?
Do we give in to our reflections or reject them?
What will I do?
Who am I to deny my own track record?
Is my reflection realer than grace?
Am I what I look like if it ain’t what God says?
Should I trust my sight or faith?
That’s why they told me to walk by it…
I see now.
I can’t be trusted.
I’ll try to embrace your words though I don’t always feel that way.
You are more real than my perception.
I believe that.
I’m done making exceptions.
Help me believe that.