Heart Surgery

Gently, slowly, they slide down my face

I taste the salt of them before I realize what's happening.

Steady streaming and even, nothing can seem to replace

the tears. Now? Why? I'm not even sad.

I guess with a healing heart there's

always an underlying reason.

Love is a heavy word, filled with endless meaning.

In that word "love", your heart is pulled.

No quick fix.

Your life shifts around.

Do the dance.

Remix.

Life is good.

Life is great.

Nothing needs to be fixed.

People say love is blind

I would say I have to concur.

Sometimes I wish I could rewind

the blur;

of these feelings.

Why me?

What did I do?

Questions flash by as I lay awake.

Entertaining this demon of heartache.

Did I do something wrong?

Did I make a mistake?

People also say,

It's better to have love and lost

than to never love at all.

This, I also agree, even if you fall

into heartbreak

because this allows you to compare

the love God has for you

There's no room to compare

Despite His close heart inspection

Still no fear of rejection.

His love is too grand

it covers every flaw.

His love lifts us up; breaks us free of the law.

It is infinite, eternal, looks past every mishap

Stays strong, pushes us on, fills in for where we lack

Which, is everywhere, completely

if we don't have Christ.

We're a mess on our own

filled with darkness, not light.

I wanted to be loved,

Yet was looking straight past the mark

but, God continued on my heart.

He pulled me out of the dark.

That's why, if you ask if I'm single

I'll say I'm taken by Jesus.

My main man, side dish, plus dessert

that's who He is.

Thank You, Lord for loving me fully, the most.

That's why in Your love, only, is where

I will boast.

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise."

-Psalm 51:17