God, my thoughts of You are distorted.
Confusion and chaos.

It eats at my soul.
Takes control.
My breathe
smothered by the heaviness that exists
inside my head.
Tell me the truth, God.
How can you be my enemy?
This is the lie that has been told.
By those who are
older and
“wiser”.
Taking pleasure
in seeing me scramble,
running from trouble,
trying to grasp onto what is light.
Bring back my sight,
Lord.
Enable me to see
all that is true
and what I was created to be.
Save me from the hands
that grasp so tightly,
but wash away like sand hit by the ocean
when You come in and
destroy
the commotion
that is not
and never was
from You.
 
You say You are true,
the creator of all things.
God,
show me what this means.
I am blinded,
desperately seeking,
to be Yours for the taking.
Take captive my life.
Take captive my thoughts.
Give me visions of You
that take over my heart.
Overwhelm my soul,
show me Your glory.
Show me my redemption story.