Around the room, eyes pass over faces,
we see, but don't truly know.
And as we glance from side to side,
waiting in silence as the clock ticks
ticks
ticks
my heart freezes.

I am broken in a way they don't know,
that they'll never truly understand
and as those sets of eyes scan me,
I wonder what they see,
and if I'm hiding it well enough.


How can I be vulnerable

when I can't even escape my own shame?
I find mercy in moments of despair,
but never enough to truly forgive myself
never enough to fully take back what I gave away,
never enough to claim the newness in Christ
and freedom from things that are past.


Those moments defined me,
when temptation won over my commitment to Christ.
And now,
in the room with the eyes
I wonder who would see a stupid girl

and who could see something beautiful...