Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Hard hearted

Hard hearted
Don’t know when it started…
This callous feeling creeping in
Steeped in self, steeped in sin.
A brick here and a brick there
Resentment and hurt ensnare.

Hard hearted
Don’t know when it started…
News stories flashing death,
 For now, move on take another breath.
 The walking wounded and lonely in view
Pathetic with empathy, no inkling what they go through.

Hard hearted
Don’t know when it started…
Like a spoiled child, 
tantruming and unable
To care for other’s needs, so ungrateful.
Somewhere along the line closed off an artery
Heart needing major surgery.

Hard hearted
Don’t know when it started…
The one who formed it from the dust
He’s got to be the one to trust,
To pry the hardness from its placement,
To fill instead with a softer encasement.

Hard hearted
Don’t know when it started…
 Time now to let the pruning begin
Done the need to wash away  sin.
Unlocking and unleashing
A kinder heart for love releasing.



2 comments:

  1. Wow!!!!!! The next time anyone does a study of John they need the companion Poetry Book to go with it! This is awesome. Hard hearted and it feels so good. Hard hearted wish I understood. There's one certain thing and honey, this much is true - His love seeps through the wood and makes our hard heart a new.

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