My heart sits beyond recognition
It has been mangled and tangled
Ripped, and shredded,
Molded back into form,
then torn apart, thrown asunder.
It has loved, it has despised.
It has been victim to lover’s lies
It has bled from wounds
Foolish love, eagerly supplies.
Yet it still beats, in shambles.
Is God trying to tell me something?
In its mangled form, is there wisdom?
Must I suffer from past transgressions
Before I can escape its suppression?
Have I not paid my dues?
If so, please know, I’ve tried.
Surely He knows what I’ve done
He knows of my sins,
He knows I’ve realigned, though
Is it not enough to derive
A forgiveness from his bosom?
Is it not enough to bare these pains?
Have I much longer to suffer,
before He shows me the way?
I am a lost sheep, take me home again.