My Crooked heart PT III

My will to leave, my bliss, For I searched for me. I have seen me, When no mirrors comfort it. That voice, that plays with soul. A place so cold, But I hold to hope. I’m tired of feeling so stiff, My mind wanders like a thief who seeks. Am I but a man lost indeed? My childhood plagues my grief. Wars within my thoughts, My mind at a dance for its bride. She lays her ways on me, The choice I chose for me— Mine or something far from me? Who am I, But a word from Thee? Truth be told, I know not me. For my mind at war with Thee, To find me in places so hollow like me. Will I oppose the dance she offered me? Voices so seductive, But words too pale for me. I have searched for me, But the whole too dark to see. If I could follow Thee, But faith wouldn’t rescue me. For was I made for Thee, To see me as He/She pleases? The choice I make, Because fear lives within. I prose a dinner with Thee, Let me search for me. For my being so crooked to see, A place for peace to live. For my road so narrow but real, I can see me, But crooked as Thee. By P.Fualem