In the same way I—we—lie by twisting the truth.
When something pure is twisted, it becomes impure.
Evil is a twisted version of good.

I have told the truth this way—twisting it so that I appear innocent or at least not guilty of intent.
And yet, even a slight twist (or omission) leaves truth behind.
A twisted truth is not true. It is a sin.

Is my self image too flimsy or brittle that I feel the need to twist and lie?
Am I trying to hide something so that other people will think well of me?
Is it pride? Fear? Reputation?

Who am I kidding? Not God.

Lord, I need to remember who you are,
and whose I am.
Help me.