Beneath the surface,
in the shadows I hide.
Afraid of what I become,
when I walk in the light.
I only show the parts of me,
that appear to be clean,
but you desire for,
my all to be redeemed.

I am so afraid of my decay.
I am sick and tired of running away
I cannot stay in hiding
and fake who I am
Will you recognize my face?
Will you accept my meek embrace?

As I learn more about myself, and about the God who created this place in which we dwell, I am struck by how often I try to hide certain parts of me. I am constantly upholding an image of myself that doesn’t match up to who I truly am. The truth, I’m a beggar, in desperate need of a savior. Finding that savior was the sweetest moment of my life.

The two questions posed in this poem here is towards the body of believers. If I walked into your home as a beggar, would you recognize me, and would you accept me as I am?

Mike