Suit of Comfort or Mercy Clothes

So where's the water line when it comes to me?  I think it's important for me to ask this question.  But that's only the first step.  Once the question is asked, it needs to be answered honestly.  And to answer this question, I need "eyes to see".  And I will only have "eyes to see" if I am willing to hurt when I'm loved with piercing Light.  And once I find my water line, I must find it again . . . and again . . . and again . . . because it's so natural for me to lose it.  The Truth will set me free when I find my own water line.   Here's how the process goes:

I’m Stumbling in the Dark.
Groping. Lost and scared.
Crouching. Cold and naked.
Feeling unprepared.

Blindly building up defenses.
Using what is there
to cover every part of me
exposed to open air.

I’m Feeling warmer in the Dark.
Deny myself that I’m afraid.
Finding comfort and protection
in the garment I have made.

Unpleasant light from far away
intrudes to shine on me.
Darkness pierced by dim light stings!
My eyes are “eyes to see”.

And looking at myself I see
Exactly what I’ve done.
Not believing what I see.
True pain in me begun.

Light that’s dim can grow so bright.
I don’t like what I see.
Now I see the clothes I’ve made.
I know what covers me.

My suit of comfort in the Dark
so desperately contrived
covered up my naked self
ensuring I survived.

But Light came in revealing Truth.
I’m dead right where I sit.
Ironically, to keep alive
I’ve wrapped myself in shit!

My wretchedness now real to me;
but I am so afraid
to peel the stinking layers off
myself to be displayed.

The Dark? A blind subjective stupor.
The Light has made it clear.
I can shut my eyes up tight,
and drown in shit right here.

Or I can scratch and claw it off
To leave myself exposed.
And trust that God has Grace for me;
accepting Mercy Clothes.