You Don't Know Me

I don't claim to be poetic, nor creative. But as I sat and marveled at my Christ and realized all the years I've wasted in an attempt to be something better than myself, these were the only words that I could stutter out. It's my best attempt at creating something in response to the glory of Christ.

You Don't Know Me

by Annie Wetzel

I know you don't know me,

I thought it was best this way.

Because if you knew me,

You'd see the dirt and the stains.

I thought my smile was prettier,

I thought my clothes looked cleaner.

But as I hid in this dark closet,

I forgot who I was.

I forgot that I really don't deserve this,

I forgot I have nothing to give.

My stains disappeared in this darkness,

My filth faded into the distance.

I began to see "better"

As the night became like day.

But when you left that door open,

When I let you come in,

I realized that no matter the brightness,

I am still clothed in sin.

Darkness conceals my secrets,

It hides my deepest sin.

But darkness only gives glory to myself,

When glory belongs to Him.

So I beg you to leave the door open.

I beg you to see His light on me.

Because it's not I that am worthy of praise,

It's Him - His light shines on me!

Let me share my deepest secrets.

Let His Light reveal me unclean.

It's in my depravity that you will see,

His love is pure and His mercy deep.

There's a reason He had to come so far,

From a glory room to dirty feet.

Nothing less would pull me up,

A perfect lamb, with the purest bleat.

Please see these stains, this dirt, this filth.

And acknowledge the Light that casts them so bright.

His purpose is His glory,

In Him, even darkness is Light.