Should the light shine in on my deepest depths

And you see the ghosts of my greatest sins

Would you retrace the path of my mis-steps

To the secrets I have hidden within?


Would you follow me to the dark places?

If I told you my regrets and my fears

If I showed you the uglier faces

Of pride and shame in my earlier years


Could your love come to me in the shadows?

Where the world is not black and white, but gray

Me, myself and I have been such sad foes

Betray the truth and the truth can betray


Should I risk the rapture of what’s to come

To have you know the places I have been?

The past is the past, what’s done has been done

What use is it to journey there again?


Would you love me more if you knew better

How I came to be the woman I am?

Or would you love me less and the ties sever

If I gave you truth would you give a damn?


Could these revelations shine light on you?

Proof of my indescretions could be proof

Do you really love me like you say you do?

Truth can betray when you betray the truth


~picture is not mine.

Fine Linen, Bright and Clean



~Revelation 19:6-8; picture is not mine.


Too much it seems for me You’ve done

That thieves and liars like me be won,

To stand adorned in righteousness,

Blood bathed from sin’s own wretchedness.

Your royal robes You laid aside

That You might dress Your blessed bride,

A gift too precious to ignore!

Let me not rest till You’re adored!

~Beth Moore