What is truth ?   It once was said.

Nothing’s changed,   it is still what’s feared.

So why is that?   Why so love a lie?

Why so often the obvious,   facts deny?

Truth can be so,   uncomfortable to face.

Especially as I try,   and present my case.

A white lie it is called,   and will only say,

What others care to know,   really that’s okay.

It’s all the truth we now,   can face and hear.

The full facts will hurt,   more than they can bear.

Justified, do I realize,   to what level I have sank,

Just when do we decide,   to be honest and be frank?

Are we so different from,   those hypocrites of old?

Proudly self-righteous,   but spiritually so cold.

Avoiding the truth,   leads to big strife.

The very things wanted,   taken from our life.

All things will,   one day be revealed.

The books opened,   the hidden facts unsealed.

A disaster to face,   on my own it would seem.

All truth now shown,  I have to come clean.

Yet how refreshing it is,   for truth sets you free.

No lies to now live,   just for others to see.

An open book,    will be read and appeal.

A life now seen,   the whole truth it will reveal.

All life that’s lived,   in the full beam of light.

Can you face now being,   in everybody’s sight.

But we are not alone,   He does not see you.

For the light shines on Calvary,  the gospel  is true.

By Asaw Miller