Writing in the sand

Oh, then I feel my blood run cold

Eyes like the sharpest blade

That penetrate to the bottom of my soul

Words of truth that cut so deep

You write the lines of mystery

I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away

When the mirror's shown to me

I see my own hypocrisy

And weep upon the writing in the sand

All the things I try to hide

All the times that I avoid your eyes

Thinking somehow I can live the lie

When the truth becomes too great

And I can't try to clean my rotten, filthy state

Or the hidden sins that doom me to my fate

Oh, I can't hide it from Your sight

You search out the secret things, the darkest dreams

And reveal them in the light

When the writing in the sand has washed away

I could never turn and walk the other way

For the words are carved into my very soul

And the light exposes everything I know

~ Theocracy - Writing in the sand