He Sees Me

There is a soul that He doth see It lies buried deep within Who can see through my sullen eyes The fatigue, the fear, the deception. I held it close for fear of those Seeing raw, obvious truth For once can I let it go? No… I might try, but trust now needs to flow. His eyes pierced through my aching cell I exchange my truth for His Fear all at once leaves my heart, oh! What joy I feel, “‘tis well with my soul!”