God as my Witness

It's easy to lie to my own fragile heart,

Making myself think I'm true.

Ignore the reflection that stands face-to-face,

And tell myself 'this isn't you'.

Just as the wind remains hidden from sight,

Yet rustling leaves prove it’s there,

A man cannot see the heart of another,

Only the fruit that it bears.

It is not so that we live life in secret,

All alone with our own human weakness.

It all takes a turn when I change my direction,

And choose to have God as my witness.

Yet this calls for the death of my ego,

Denial of self for the cross.

For commitment to God is a promise,

Through which life can never be lost.

When I pray for forgiveness and courage,

Pleading with words and my wishes.

It is not they but my heart that is seen,

When I choose to have God as my witness.