Get Real
Get Real
I wanna be real abt me
The unspoken words, the hidden fears, the secret desires
I wanna be real to Him
No matter how ashamed & condemned I feel whenever, whatever
Keeping things in, not consciously telling it to Him or anyone
Where does this lead? Where do I go with it?
I think He knows it even if I dun say it
True. But He wants me to own it
To own those wrong thoughts, those crazy fears, those uncertainties I feel inside
He wants me to say it, wants me to share it, wants me to admit it
Certain things in life are often left untouched
Certain things in life are preferred to be played down
The carpet is only that thick
All the sweeping under it has caused a bulge that’s as plain as day
At least to me & definitely to Him
Yet He waits
I read that He waits to be wanted
He waits for that moment of desperation when I need a time-out
When I stop trying on my own
When I realise I have not spoken directly to Him – yet.
Never does He force His way in to get me to talk
Never will He be upset or impatient with my slowness or self-reliance
He lets me rely on myself, knowing I will realise sooner or later
That there is but one direction to right towards – Him.
So I shall remember to run
Remember to unhide
Remember to say
Remember on Him I must rely
Throwing the carpet out now
A clear floor keeps the dust mites away anyway
I wanna be real abt me
The unspoken words, the hidden fears, the secret desires
I wanna be real to Him
So that I can be relieved, restored, revived, whenever, whatever… 
