Walls

Walls:

Why I can't do this- because I want it to be about YOU
I am lost in paradigm, structure, my so called friend religion.
I do not know YOU yet I made a choice to lay down my insecurity.
I want to worship YOU yet I come to your feet not feeling worthy.

I forgot or was taught that it's done, forgetting why YOU came, forgetting that
YOU do not mention it again. Forgetting that YOU look in the MIRROR
of YOUR SON.

Standing all dressed in white I choose to look down and miss,
the picture of the Beauty traded for ashes. I want to run
down this isle into YOUR arms of GRACE but somewhere, sometime,
somehow, someone told me that it is not how it's done.

Once I was told YOU are a lover,once I was told
YOU are a friend..Confusion is raging....
Somehow, along the line of thinking and pictures painted,
books on the shelve I messed up the canvas of the picture
YOU painted once on the cross!

And Jesus is alive, and Jesus is alive, and Jesus is alive..
YOUR arms is open..YOUR daughters & sons is arising..Because
YOUR arms is open..The canvas is mirrored the reflection I
see is one of a BRIDE all dressed in white..and then YOU reminded
me to look down the isle..And there YOU stood...looking at the love
of YOUR live....