Glances

I have but a few ties that keep me there...
Most of the old ones seem now to be barriers wishing me away.
The worst are the scattered glances; they're not what they used to be.
Now, when I catch an eye, it is not the knowing glance or the moment of delicate trust,
But rather, glances of distant disinterest and increasing disapproval.

What am I doing wrong?
I seem to have lost all that once held me tight.
My security is gone and now as I try to rebuild it,
I flinch and falter at each disheartening glance
At the end of the day I am weary for lack of my old retreat and confidence...
That now, belongs to someone else.

Father, help me to run to you and you alone.
Let me not look for earthly approval,
But keep my eyes on my audience of one.



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