I might think I know truth. Oh, I can claim it’s so.
Worn like a badge, I look good for the show.
But truth isn’t found in a badge or a claim.
It lives in God’s Spirit, not fortune or fame.
If I cling to my “truth” like it’s shiny and bright,
I might miss the glory of standing in God’s light.
I can ignore his reality with my excuses and lies,
And miss all the freedom that his truth buys.
Confession’s the key that will open the door.
If I’ll admit my blindness, I’ll stumble no more.
James said it plainly: “Confess and be healed,”
And God’s gentle mercy will soon be revealed.
I must pray without ceasing, bringing truth to my mind.
My misbeliefs first crumble, then the chains are left behind.
God’s truth is not cruel. It’s a wonderful gift from above,
Replacing my misconceptions with his abundant love.
Like Pilate who asked Jesus, “What is truth?”
I have but one resource for absolute proof.
The Truth is revealed through the Word made flesh,
Who came to redeem us, our souls to refresh.
Some build little castles of “truth” in their head,
With pillows of “maybe” and blankets of dread.
They paint it all pretty with colors so bright,
But truth flicks the switch, and on comes the light.
The Pharisees said, “We’ve got truth to spare.”
But Jesus said, “No, your truth isn’t there.
I am the real truth, and I’ll set people free,
But only if hearts will stop fighting with me.”
So don’t fake it. Don’t bake it. Don’t dress up a lie.
Don’t wrap it in ribbons and serve it as pie.
The truth may taste bitter, but it soon will be sweet,
Because freedom’s the prize when it’s God’s truth you eat.
