“You healed the lepers
when they called your name.
You healed the broken,
will you heal me?
Take what’s broken,
heal the pain.
Take my heart
have your way.”
-The Ember Days
There are days when I am
unable to lift my eyes to my Maker.
There is shame and then, fear.
I am not one to be loved radically, I say.
So, I fix my sight on things created,
hoping that broken cisterns
will quench this thirst. But,
He woos and pursues.
Afraid of such deep love, I run.
He sees the depths of my heart.
And knows all my insecurities. Yet,
He calls me his and calls me by name:
He is transforming every pain to joy,
Exchanging ashes for beauty. And
I choose to let His love heal me.
In the dirt pile of my heart,
He is still making something beautiful.