A confession of confusion over truth (and my excuses)
What is true anymore? It's hard to tell.
I can make entire worlds out of what makes me comfortable and justified,
instead of what is actually true.
What you call true.
I make excuses for taking the easiest path, for the sins I commit and the sins I explain away.
Show me where I listen to voices that speak lies.
Forgive me for my willful ignorance. You are Truth.
I look down on people for their sins while ignoring my own.
Forgive me for my pride. You are the Way.
Show me where I elevate my desires over your will and change me.
I labor to build my own kingdoms and elevate my own popularity.
Forgive me for my ambition. You are the Life.
Show me where I deviate from the life you've laid out for me.
Disrobe my deceptions and excuses.
Reveal my insecurities.
I want to lean into you--
into all of you--
all that you require of me and all that you want to forgive,
if I'll just admit what's actually true in my heart and mind.
Lay bare my defenses.
I will confess it all.
In Jesus' name,
"Surely you desire truth in the inmost parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Cleanse me with the hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." (Psalm 51:6-7)