No Need to Pretend to Like the Sky

I was probably trying to praise the sky. But God...

You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. Psalms 139:1

He knows but loves me anyway. 

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I don't have to pretend to like the sky
  You see through me, and it's okay.
I don't have to pretend to be okay
  You—You see through me, and it's gonna be okay.
I don't have to pretend not to like something (or someone)
  Of course You know, and it's okay.
I don't have to act like I am in awe
  You see what I lack, and it will be okay.

You see through my thoughts, desires, dreams, irritation,
  exhaustion, and laziness.
You are my person—the place I don't have to pretend.
You know all my flaws and my faults,
  but I am assured You'll still love me anyway.

No matter how much I earn,
No matter how much I give,
You are my safe place to confront me
  when I don't like what I see.
You embrace me anyway and say,
  "I love you. I'll never abandon you."

Then You teach me and help me to be Your person.

When my only prayer was,
  "God, I want to believe You,"
but my head, heart, and eyes don't want to,
You took me out, pulled me in.
  You brought me to a place I had no means to reach.

It's amazing, God—Your mercy and Your grace.
  (Now I don't have to pretend to be amazed.)

Your will and Your plans are perfect and complete and come full circle.
  Just amazing.

How still suffering exists because of love—
  it's amazing.

How You created an unspeakably wonderful universe,
  yet You created something even more breathtaking: Love.

It's the key to everything.
You're the key to everything.