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My heart is pierced

with agonizing regret

the sorrow tumbles down my throat

flowing deep within its chambers



How could I miss the fact

that my sin doesn't just hurt me...

it hurts God? My Creator, my Savior?



My soul is like an earthquake...

full of tremors and aftershocks

sometimes even murderous

toward the people closest to me



Why do I have to be so selfish,

craving for my own way?



I've been wounded by many

in my lifetime

so why do I now

have to wound others

in order to protect myself?



Is there not an easier way

to guard my heart, while

sharing it with those who need it?



I roll the dice to the game

representing my life

but they always end up

underneath a table,

and I never know how many

steps to take.



I have to trust God

with everything,

the hardest thing to do,

and yet the only thing

He asks for:



To love Him and trust Him

because He knows what's best

and desires to show me

the secrets of His heart,

which contains nothing

but beauty and gems.



While my heart harbors

evil and pride; rusty nails

that are dull and of no use.



Yet God, my heavenly Father

wishes to trade all my filth

with His mansion full of

heavenly treasures.



From litter to pearls

He can change me

He can change us all..



And through His endless mercy,

unfailing love and sufficient grace...

that's exactly what He does.



And with this knowledge

we can have hope.



Hope that we don't have to be

stuck in a neverending

cesspool of emptiness and dissatisfaction.



Hope that we don't just have

to live life, but experience it,

with our hand in the palm of His.