Finding Truth

I'm sick of being told I don't know what the Gospel is,
Surely it's not what they're trying to indoctrinate me with,
Rip my soul out, split my heart down the crease,
Pour out the blood and see if it is His that runs in me,
Peer along it's surface,
Run your fingers across the scars,
Feel the stitches that hold together the heart, once left in shards.
Tell me about the grace you have to sear more flesh
How you, by grace, can with judgment, invest
In hypocritical truth,
You say like a salve it soothes,
But all it does is burn me,
All you do is spurn me.

I can't stand the falsity,
The lack of love repulses me,
The Spirit of God emboldens me,
Broken, I am filled with potency,
Pure and blameless, Spirit, focus me,
All the people laugh, the joke is me,
Lo, I press, across my Red Sea,
The Lock has bound up all I see,
The unadulterated Truth's the Key,
Kill all the heresy,
Bind up all the Pharisees,
I can feel the eyes staring,
Evil doubts, captivate my mind blaring,
Those evil eyes glaring,
Trying to fix me upon their idolized red herring,
Google all your answers, swearing,
You know I'm confused at this culture I'm wearing,
In the midst of which the Gospel I'm sharing,
The Law preached is all about caring,
Remove us from our sins, let us not tarry,
Lest in the end our righteous punishment we marry