Why do I let you
gaze into my eyes,
Where you might glimpse what's
deep inside?

I tremble thinking, that If you knew . . .
what would you think?
If you caught a glimpse of me
upon the brink.

Hiding, lying, holding back
the truth, as fear sets in.
What would you think if you but
knew where and who I've been.

I understand more than you know,
as life's waves crash
and the winds do blow.

That disappointment, hurt,
pain and despair . . .
are part of living
and they lay us bare.

Think about it,
and you'll realize
we're not so different,
you and I.

As we face our hours and our days.
Fear looks for but a chance
to take our hand and lead us
into a frantic, endless dance.

Fear taunts us telling us we're lost,
"Look at what you are!"
Then lies and tells us,
"There is no love.
No bright and shining star."

Not one of us is different.
And when fear has had his fun.
We know we cannot make it through
without the only One.

The only One who knows the hurt.
the pain and deep despair.
For He lived it so that He could say . . .
"Come to me, for I've been there."

And when I tire of being . . .
the mistress of disguise.
I long to rush into His open arms,
and gaze upon forgiving eyes.

You see, I cannot fool Him.
Not as I have so often done.
My heart is open and bleeding
at the feet of the precious Son.

I tremble as He looks at me,
into my deepest core.
And yet with everything He sees . . .
He says, "I love you more."

It breaks my heart to know
how often I let Him down.
And yet upon His glorious face,
you will not find a frown.

With His mighty hand,
softly He touches my cheek and smiles . . .
for, you see, He knows me,
yet He loves me,
and walks with me each mile.

~Misty ~

Text ©2000 Susan Misty Taggart
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