Sick As Your Secrets

Sick As Your Secrets

She crawls out of bed, slips on her jeans.

All the while, he is sound asleep.

She sneaks out of the room, quiet as can be

So he doesn’t hear her cries of her feeling so cheap.

She’s done it again- run to the arms of a man

Gut-wrenching guilt, she can hardly stand.

“God is love.” She knows that line.

She’s memorized it well and repeats it all the time.

Only God knows her secret- God and the men;

Six, seven, eight; she’s lost count- maybe it’s ten!

She’s put on a pedestal, she’s a Christian for goodness sake.

Under a microscope she lives, but she’s learned to hide her mistakes.

“You’re as sick as your secrets,” someone once said.

That makes her pretty sick; if only they knew who was in her bed.

She wants to seek the Lord, wants to know Him better

But can’t get past this wall? She wonders, will she ever?

Christ died for her, for you and for me

But will she ever live like it or understand what the Sacrifice really means?

Our sin was laid upon the Cross and buried in a grave.

She wants to confess but could she be that brave?

“People will judge me, they always do!”

But what if we welcomed her, with Love and with Truth?

We are a building full of sinners, no better than she.

She needs arms reaching out in love; she needs you and she needs me!

Let’s show her the grace God graciously granted us,

Forgiveness as well, the way He always has and always does.