Her Heart
Broken eternally, uneven and unsure of unity
My life was scattered pieces of envious passion
I desired to be secure and whole, knowing impunity
Only then did I discover, it could really happen
It all seemed aimless and desparate to ever be
That my salvation was not in rituals or for merit
When I saw the upright ignore me so effectively
I still screamed for their lives to only share it
Self-righteous with eyes sealed and ears closed
My cries were were a squeak in a shutting door
And, in that moment, my heart dropped and time froze
Appeals of need demolished to my unexposed core
Disregarded behind the door were my wails for mercy
Regretting ever coming there to find compassion
I leaned against the door even though they cursed me
Uninvited but convicted enough to keep scratching
The singing ceased, the prayers seemed murmured
I still strained to listen to hear what was going on
The sermon then followed and I held the door firmer
Then learned to Christ, not man, should I belong
There will be those who think themselves higher
There will be those who try to impede your progress
But to be like Christ is the one we should aspire
Instead of men concerned with their own selfishness
There are good men yet, who wish only to be like He
There are souls who look upon His Word for guidance
There are true people of God who worship him reverently
Men who help and comfort others in God's providence
Broken eternally, uneven and unsure of unity
My life was scattered pieces of envious passion
I desired to be secure and whole, knowing impunity
Only then did I discover, it could really happen
It all seemed aimless and desparate to ever be
That my salvation was not in rituals or for merit
When I saw the upright ignore me so effectively
I still screamed for their lives to only share it
Self-righteous with eyes sealed and ears closed
My cries were were a squeak in a shutting door
And, in that moment, my heart dropped and time froze
Appeals of need demolished to my unexposed core
Disregarded behind the door were my wails for mercy
Regretting ever coming there to find compassion
I leaned against the door even though they cursed me
Uninvited but convicted enough to keep scratching
The singing ceased, the prayers seemed murmured
I still strained to listen to hear what was going on
The sermon then followed and I held the door firmer
Then learned to Christ, not man, should I belong
There will be those who think themselves higher
There will be those who try to impede your progress
But to be like Christ is the one we should aspire
Instead of men concerned with their own selfishness
There are good men yet, who wish only to be like He
There are souls who look upon His Word for guidance
There are true people of God who worship him reverently
Men who help and comfort others in God's providence
