World filled to brim with sorrow,
cringing from the pain
behind its closed doors
trapped within the fake smiles.
So much suffering.
Why do I feel it so,
why such overpowering,
empathy for the abused,
tears for the hurting?
Crying out for the broken..
Why this gift, this curse,
of bearing their sorrow?
It is too much for me,
my soul cringes
with the pain of their wounds.
And yet to this,
You have called me,
taken my heart of stone,
replaced with one that bleeds,
gushing blood staining my shoes.
No gifts of riches
to ease their way,
no healing touch,
to remove their disease.
Just words "I see you, I care for you!"
How empty the words
feel to my soul
as I speak them in love
to the broken ones,
while prayers rise from my heart.
Heart squeezed out
like empty sponge
nothing left to give,
curled up in heap
upon the floor...no more! no more!
I crawl to You,
Lord take this pain,
exchange it for Your love,
to fill my empty squeezed out heart
that I might rise again.
Your hand reached down
and took my heart
squeezed out dry and frail.
I watched You fill it to the brim
with grace and peace and love.
I stood on legs
that quaked and shook
I stood with outstretched hands
to receive the blood filled heart
as You place it in my chest.
It was filled with but a taste
an inkling of the love
that You poured out, upon a cross
on that hill so long ago.
A love that none deserve.
So called to be Your hands and feet
and called to show Your love,
for broken ones and hurting ones,
I rise to carry on.
Fresh heart within my breast.
He is enough, Christ is enough!
All is grace
The race goes on
Run, run, run!
Every moment matters.