Super-ego?

Sick to the stomach of
Painting this mirror;
A buttered up reflection
Of a holy potential
Layered with the corruption of an ego
A self-conscious embarrassment
When the worst case scenario
Is letting people see who I am

A pseudo reality of
Beauty, fully hidden beauty
For I was meant to
Reveal and change from within.
Before omnipotence
What can I hide?
Before benevolence
Why should I choose to?

Believing myself
That I am what you see
I know what really is important
And rejecting it for a confusing preference
Of world, flesh and ease
Dark thoughts of dissection
Linger in a mind of wasted processions
Now is always an opportunity

Ever convinced that
I have done enough
Just touching salvation standard
With a never contented appetite
This insufficient attitude of
Selfish aim for selfless mask is recognised and
Withdrawn, now accepting ever-present opportunity;
There is always more that I can give

Confessions of a Girl from the Pit

I'm so sorry, it's become all about me;
Some assumed retribution for my years in the pit.
But what was meant for evil You worked for good.
I'm starting to see it, even now.

It's not about me -
The pit from which I've emerged doesn't owe me a thing,
All that's owed is praise to You,
I've got a new song to sing.

Let praise ring from my every breath,
Breath you bring faithfully until you decided otherwise,
I can live with that but not with the lies
That try to tear, and cloud and divide.

So come and clear the sleep from my eyes,
I admit I've used excuses,
But now you've set my feet on solid ground.
There's only one confession left:

On Christ this solid rock we will stand,
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.