My Heart's Cry

The deep breath before the free fall,
the decision to just get by, or give my all
the sand has been sinking since the drinking of new air
choosing joy, over despair. I reach for the untouchable
visions with no limits, a God who is unstoppable
who puts God in a box, who says it can't be done?
Why is our fear leading our faith, hasn't Christ won?
Plans fail for lack of vision, so let Abba make an incision
dissecting, perfecting, making Him more and us less,
let the healing begin, let him flush out the mess.
bring fire to my soul Lord, and remove the dross
let me die to myself and pick up my cross, because I know I am imperfect
and sin runs through my veins; yet your love is unconditional, your perusal insane.
My lungs are burning from running and turning from your Word, but they're truth and they're life that pierce through like a sword. So cut me open oh God I'm done with fighting, ignite and bring light to the darkness.
Spark this, and lead my vision, my life needs a new translation not a revision.
Too long have I looked in the mirror and evangelized myself, meanwhile leaving the bag of talents on the shelf. Will I bury or invest? Here's comes the test, am I now trying to please men, and being devoted to idols? search me oh God and reveal my wiles, for the heart is deceitful above all things who can understand? What is man? here today and gone tomorrow, where's my sorrow? Why don't I weep for the lost, and have a heart for your people? I'm just sitting beneath the steeple not making a change, becoming estranged, where has the love gone? What happened to the servants? we must remain fervent, and lean on God for every second of the day. He is the way, the truth and the life. Don't be enslaved by strife, move on and don't look back. Lord be strength in what I lack, help my unbelief, may my confidence in you be everlasting, and any fear brief. For you are my hiding place, my strong tower, and shield, To you I yield, my God and my King, you're my everything. Apart from you I am nonexistent, Lord help me be consistent, make every effort to bring you glory, this is your story do with me what you will, my spirit is listening, and my heart is still.

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