Posts
I was cleaning out one of my many cluttered bags today and found a pretty painful poem I had written. It was tucked inside one of my church bulletins. There was a quote inside the bulletin that I thought was profoundly simple and an obvious answer to my hearts cry. God is so lovingly subtle and yet so obvious sometimes. All I was doing was cleaning out a bag.
Restless Heart
Oh heart, I hate you.
How you betray me.
Why do you abandon me?
How do you escape me?
I can not control you.
You can not be contained.
Even when I fight
To hold on to innocence,
You corrupt my attempts.
The sin that is buried underneath
Is a shadow that clouds my soul.
When will I be free,
Of this intense hypocrisy?
Oh heart you are restless…
When will I find rest
If there is not rest in me?
No comments:
Post a Comment