Unblinded

By Michael Williams

copyright©2001

It seems wherever I end up going,

everything is hidden, nothing showing.

No one sees, no one knows,

just how this story goes.

Not a care, not a worry,

everyone is in such a hurry.

Too busy to stop, too busy to see,

what has become of me.

Self-hatred and denial are my tools,

no one knows me, they are fools.

Deceiving them all is my game,

I do this and feel no shame.

Filling all my lustful needs,

sewing and planting my deviant seeds

caring not about the shame,

just causing extensive pain.

What is this I think I see?

It’s the Lord, looking down at me.

The look I see in his eye,

is enough to make me cry.

Ashamed of who I’ve become,

of who I’ve hurt, and what I’ve done.

I don’t like who I am,

I don’t feel like much of a man.

Help me Lord, hear my plea,

I can’t stand what has become of me.

I’m tired of the sorrow; I’m tired of the shame,

I’m tired of this hurtful game.

Help me Lord, for I can see,

there is nothing you won’t do for me.

Give me the chance to start again,

I know I can live free from sin!