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
became smeared
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.
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