You Know the Truth (Arrangement I)

Father, I can fool the room, but I cannot fool You. Every secret stands within Your light. You know the truth. Teach me to say it too. I learned to hide the hunger, then hide the hiding. Smiled under Sunday lights while private sin was thriving. Never called it bondage; I called it my relief. Gave selfish appetite a righteous-sounding brief. Each compromise got smaller every time I spoke its name. Until sin felt normal and conviction felt like shame. Kept the outside polished, kept the right words on my tongue. Counted what I hadn't done to prove that I was good. Judged myself by worse men, kept score against their scars. While secret appetite kept pulling me from Yours. My wounds explain the doorway; they never bless the choice. I heard the truth and still ignored Your voice. You saw the pattern form when I called each moment small. A chain is still a chain when it is hidden in the wall. No witness. No confession. No consequence in sight. But nothing hidden from You ever vanished in the night. You know the truth Underneath the good I sell. You know the man I have hidden from myself. Open every room I keep closing to the light. I don't need a better story. I need You to make me right. You know the truth, Lord. Teach me to love the truth. I built a courtroom in my mind and sat behind the bench. Presented every alibi and buried evidence. Weighed intention over impact, explanation over pain. Used another person's wrong to wash away my stain. I said, “A good man works. A good man loves his own.” But virtue in the daylight cannot cleanse the dark alone. I provided. I prayed. I knew the verses by their name. Practiced self-deception till the mirror took the blame. The serpent never said the darkness made me pure. He whispered, “You're still better. Don't admit that it is yours.” But righteousness from deeds unraveled at Your feet. No list of men beneath me could make rebellion clean. NO MORE “GOOD MAN” BUILT FROM COMPARISON. NO MORE HALF-TRUTH DRESSED AS CONFESSION. Name every idol. Bring every wound. Jesus, break the lie in me. Tear the courtroom down. Search me, Father. Not just what I did— Search what I wanted, What I loved, What I defended. If I say I have no sin, I deceive myself. But when I walk into Your light, The blood of Jesus cleanses me. You do not show me truth To leave me in disgrace. You uncover what is killing me And call me into grace. Take the mask I made. Take the verdict I have known. I will not call myself good. You alone are good. Let the ones I wounded see Not a man who claims he is good, But a sinner walking honestly Because his Savior is. Keep me kneeling in the light. Keep my conscience close to You. No more hiding from the God Who always knew the truth.