Follow it, Come find me...

You flooded my heart and built a pathway there.
Follow it You said, come find me.
Filters of deception always obstructed and blinded me from Your light.
Satan always managed to take over and whisper in my soul.
Follow it You said, come find me.
I entwine myself with my ugly criticisms
And use my ink as a hypocrisy behind paper
Which is as blank as I have become.
Follow it You said, come find me.
My life is a burning rope and it hurts to hold on
And I fail to humble myself before You in abasement
I linger on the thought of sinning
And can't seem to raise the hands You crafted.
Follow it You said, come find me.
How long can I possibly endure the aftermaths of my corruption?
I am dormant and sleeping in negligence
With eyes open and a soul that sleeps
But aware am I to the burning path that I could walk
as I reflect every cursed whisper in the mask of my soul.
Follow it You said, come find me.
But tonight in this darkness, a call louder than ever spoke
And appeared through the clouds and shadows of deception
In the eloquence of silence I have recalled my soul
and removed the veil of the visible world
I trailed the light on that familiar path and looked again in my heart
Don't call, I found You. 


~ Fatima ~