Unreal

This feels so unreal.
I was close to his face and I knew it.
Touched his scars and accepted his love.
I knew it and felt that he was taking it all away.

But now it feels so empty,
all the lies seem to fade back into me.
like a burden that I left at home,
that I lift again on my back.

I saw what he was doing
Using me as one of his tools.
Doing his powerful work through my hands,
but now it all feels like a show, or a memory, or a movie.


How am I supposed to live,
what am I supposed to be.
I don't want all this unreal love for me,
I want back what I felt this week.

I'm trusting you Jesus,
But I need to see the change.
Obvious things, that need to be set,
to make this life burn anew!