These are the random thoughts of one who longs to travel down every unmarked, gravel road. But for now, I am trapped in a cube in Greenville, SC.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Lord, How My Heart Hurts
I see pain behind loving eyes
Emotion flows strong with each tide
Able to do no more than stand to the side
Lord, how my heart hurts.
Holding tight to promises made
Knowing Yours is the plan best laid
Letting others go and having to stay
Lord, how my heart hurts.
At Your feet I am kneeling
As I plead for rapid healing
Or for the ability to stop feeling
Lord, how my heart hurts.
Accepting control was never mine
I struggle to keep my thoughts in line
Faith pulls me forward but my heart falls behind
Lord, how my heart hurts.
What peace I have is from Your Word
My blessings are vast and undeserved
And for that I thank You with feeble words
But Lord, how my heart hurts.
So draw me closer, dear Jesus, if You would
And we will weep together if we should
Because You love deeper than I ever could
Lord, how Your heart must hurt.
~LBell
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