Don’t look at the short length of this post, but the message sent.
Do I truly think that I can fool
The almighty, omniscient God,
Who knows what’s in my heart and soul
And sees through my flimsy facade?
Do I truly think the fig leaves I sew
Stitched together by threads of my pride,
Can mask my fears and anxieties
From the One from whom darkness can’t hide?
For I can’t run or hide from my Maker
He knows every thought, word and deed,
And it’s only by placing my life in His hands
That my heart, soul and mind can be freed.