My pride lurks in the heart.
Hidden in plain sight.
He whispers thoughts of wonder.
As he slips see through blinders onto my eyes.
These blinders are special because you hold them there.
Nothing but your hands hold it fast.
It's said none are as blind as those who do not wish to see.
But you're immune to it right.
I can still see.
I'm not too far gone.
You think as a still small Voice gets quieter and quieter.
Letting you have your way.
I'm in control I'm doing this the right way,
Or perhaps is it my way?
God I don't want You to do it.
You won't do it like I would.
A firm but quiet thought is placed in front of you.
The same One that set your life in motion
Is beckoning to you again saying,
This is not right and you know it.
Humble yourself under My hand.
Am I not the One who gives you the very breath that is being drawn.
You inhale My mercy.
And every breath you breathe whispers My Name.
Oh how often I would have gathered you unto Myself and you would not.
The offer still stands.
But not for much longer.
Prides thick blinders are permanent after a time.
Come while you still can.
