My heart

Before we were vacant
Emptied from the inside
Before we entered this season
Hope could be found in our eyes
Before the pain, passion called our names
And we shared our soul stories
We watched each other grow and made love to a steady flow
How could things change so quickly?
The things we loved were consumed by an external flame
Standing helplessly, hoping that the worst will get better again
And the broken will mend
And the dark will become light
And the wrong will become right
Maybe this breaking will help us to heal, making all loose things tight
Revealing the truth about the things we don't want to deal with when we fight
Broken so we can cry out to be mended by the Master's hands
Broken so we can ask for forgiveness and return to his plans
Broken so our weary eyes can see
What God has for us is a part of our destiny!!!

Written: 5/28/24 10:01 AM Bronx Hope Rm# 111B #hopeful 
Edited 7/16/24  12:41 AM Harlem, Bedroom #determined