Your Name Is Truth, Not The Lie

The house is quiet now, but your name feels loud inside your head—a lie you're afraid everyone else has accepted as truth. You lie here wondering if the person they know is a stranger you can no longer reach.

There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in shame and pig feed, and he ran before the apology could even form. He did not wait for the story to be fixed.

He ran to the broken one and called him son. The light does not need your reputation to be intact to find you.

It sees through the mask you think you've become. Your name is not the lie you fear; it is the secret truth written on a white stone that only the Light can read.

You are known by a voice that cannot be fooled by your performance.