truth

I feel the fingers of my heart stretching, reaching for something that I can grasp.  The truth is what I desire... I want to see the real stuff.  I want to see the depth of my heart.  Show me who I really am, I choose to turn my head toward the darkness... peer into it and know that you see this too, you know that the cardboard of clouds can not cover what is there.  I will no longer plaster my heart... show me, Father.  But show me with gentleness, guide me into this process.  Wash my wounds, cleanse out the deep scars.  Bring your healing and reveal to me how okay it is, to be who I really am.  You have walked me down this path, you have shown me a glimpse, you have begun to wash, I know you are faithful to complete what you have begun.