Unblinded

Unblinded By Michael Williams copyright©2001 It seems wherever I end up going, everything is hidden, nothing showing. No one sees, no one knows, just how this story goes. Not a care, not a worry, everyone is in such a hurry. Too busy to stop, too busy to see, what has become of me. Self-hatred and denial are my tools, no one knows me, they are fools. Deceiving them all is my game, I do this and feel no shame. Filling all my lustful needs, sewing and planting my deviant seeds caring not about the shame, just causing extensive pain. What is this I think I see? It’s the Lord, looking down at me. The look I see in his eye, is enough to make me cry. Ashamed of who I’ve become, of who I’ve hurt, and what I’ve done. I don’t like who I am, I don’t feel like much of a man. Help me Lord, hear my plea, I can’t stand what has become of me. I’m tired of the sorrow; I’m tired of the shame, I’m tired of this hurtful game. Help me Lord, for I can see, there is nothing you won’t do for me. Give me the chance to start again, I know I can live free from sin!