As This Heart Unfolds

How many beats does this heart have to make before it can be heard?

Surely, the silent whispers won’t last forever…

Inside are the screams of a broken piece searching for peace

But in a broken state, this broken place is not stable

Is God able? Of course He is, but am I able?

Am I able to sit back and allow God to complete His work?

Am I able to smile all the while knowing there’s a war in my mind?

I don’t want to cry anymore, but yet my tears are my interpreter

My motivation is no more, so I’m left to question my true motives

How many times do I have to say this…? “I don’t want to be here!”

This desert place is dry and lonely; it’s a painful experience

God, forgive me for my inconsistencies; I need you desperately

You said you’d rescue me! I’m holding you to that…

At this point, I’m like Paul, praying multiple times for this to be removed

But you gave me your word, “My grace is sufficient.”

Well, can it be sufficient somewhere else? I mean.... well, you see me

My mind needs to be renewed by the minute; this heart needs reviving

As you unfold me, I become broken just to be made whole

Am I done already? Please hear my call for help…

Speak.