My pride systems, my demons, my chattering voices
The webs they spin and the “perfect” masks they craft
So that the true light cannot come out
The light that they didn’t understand
Oh, how wicked we are to ourselves!
Throwing ourselves into the darkness
And as my vision is darkened with my pride
I can no longer see You
I wonder in those moments if You still see me?
But in the end…
The eyes of the Devil and the eyes of God are one.
What a Devil God can be!
And what a God the Devil can be!
They need only to meet each other
And form that holy understanding
The Devil rips off his heavy mask!
God steps back out of the darkness
To find Himself waiting with open arms
Welcome back, Prodigal Son!
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