Sometimes it is hard

to be around You, Lord,

because You see right through me.

The caverns of my heart

are no secret to You.

 

There is no hiding,

no pretending to be fine.

 

The layers of my defences

are shed like an onion skin,

peeled by Your deft hands.

 

In this raw state,

the tears come

and I weep to think

how much You love

each person

and how much

it must pain You

when they turn away

and refuse the shelter of Your wings.