Child of the dark, given a magic prayer and some commands,
who picked up confusion, legalism on the way,
trying not to doubt their magical prayer,
wondering why it won’t prompt the ways they said you’d change.
Afraid to trust, forbidden to not,
unsafe on either plane,
child of fear’s of hopelessness, and as such, of shame.
Secrecy, denial: Way out. Daughter of lies,
who is your god- Your prayer, surrender, or might?
Who is the Lord? Too small for all of life?
Or able to handle reality? Step into light.
Arch your back and fall, stretch both arms to the sides.
Slave of righteousness, child of truth, trust