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
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.
Unlocking and unleashing
A kinder heart for love releasing.
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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