Of what value is my reputation
If it is nothing but an illusion?
A lie, a falsehood crafted with care
To “sell” something to the world out there?
It surely cannot be my place
To create myself an unreal face
To “sell” myself to those who matter
When you, Lord, are my Creator!
And should I “sell” myself to you
The One who knows all that’s true?
You already see all that is within
All that will be or has ever been!
So what use is it to live a lie
To hide the good or what is awry?
Show all things that in me abide
And what is seen let You decide!
© 2025 by Ian Bruce Johnson