Our machinations and deliberations contrived to
keep us from the truth, from You.
We didn’t know the way, although we tried
to find our way to You.
What should have been clear
with our own contrivances, motives
such that we couldn’t find yours.
Your way was so simple,
but we made it hard.
It was given us,
but we gave into making it our way
instead of yours.
The truth was always distorted
when it was once so plain.
If belief as a child is enough
than all this over-thinking and over-doing is tough
on a child’s heart.
Give me mine back.