Tell the truth!
That's one of your ten commandments, Lord
- the eighth, if I'm not mistaken...
But sometimes, Lord, I bend the truth,
I "creatively" twist and shape it;
I ignore the truth
or deny the truth;
I hold back from telling the whole truth,
from speaking nothing but the truth...
And sometimes, Lord
- I just plain lie...
Sometimes I lie to my neighbor,
sometimes I lie to you
and sometimes I lie to myself...
And sometimes
- I lie to all three of us!
I lie because I just can't face,
I just won't face,
the me of who I am
but I am yours, beloved by you,
even and especially
when I just don't like myself,
when I hate the life that's mine... All this, Lord, even though you've told us:
Well, I know this - and believe it.
I've known the times in my own life
when truth, indeed, has set me free
from the tangled web deceit can weave
and the misery of guilt and shame...
My lies will take me nowhere, Lord,
they dead-end in anxiety:
in isolating loneliness,
in aching stress and fear... And it's then I need, I truly need
to tell the truth to you, Lord, and myself
that the truth might finally set me free
to live and to be become (at last!)
the person who, in love,
you've created me to be...
So let me see, reveal to me
the truth of who I am, Lord:
your creation, your beloved,
the apple of your eye,
and truth be told, your child,
ever cherished, blessed and held
in your strong and loving arms...
I pray from deep within my soul,
let your truth, Lord, set me free...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
Truth Be Told by Matthew West
performed here with Carly Pearce
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Lie number 1: you’re supposed to have it all together
And when they ask how you’re doing
just smile and tell them “never better”
Lie number 2: everybody’s life is perfect except yours
So keep your messes and your wounds and your secrets
safe with you behind closed doors
Truth be told
The truth is rarely told, no...
I say I’m fine, yeah I’m fine oh I’m fine, hey I’m fine
but I’m not -
I’m broken
And when it’s out of control I say it’s under control but it’s not
and you know it
I don’t know why it’s so hard to admit it
When being honest is the only way to fix it
There’s no failure, no fall
There’s no sin you don’t already know
So let the truth be told
There’s a sign on the door, says “come as you are” but I doubt it
If we lived like it was true
every Sunday morning pew would be crowded
But didn’t you say church should look more like a hospital
A safe place for the sick,
the sinner and the scarred and the prodigal, like me
Well, truth be told
The truth is rarely told
Oh, am I the only one who says...
I say I’m fine, yeah I’m fine oh I’m fine, hey I’m fine
but I’m not -
I’m broken
And when it’s out of control I say it’s under control but it’s not
- and you know it
I don’t know why it’s so hard to admit it
When being honest is the only way to fix it
There’s no failure, no fall
There’s no sin you don’t already know
So let the truth be told
Can I really stand here unashamed
Knowin' that you love for me won’t change
Oh God If that’s really true
Then let the truth be told
I say I’m fine, yeah I’m fine oh I’m fine, hey I’m fine
but I’m not -
I’m broken
And when it’s out of control I say it’s under control but it’s not
- and you know it
I don’t know why it’s so hard to admit it
When being honest is the only way to fix it
There’s no failure, no fall
There’s no sin you don’t already know
So let the truth be told
❤️
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