With this heart of glass

That has been abused by me,

Shattered again and again,

I give to you, Lord,

That I may

Be made whole…

You know when you do something for so long that it becomes routine you stop thinking of the effect that it has on you. For a long time my life was like walking on fragments of glass.

This happened

To be the

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Pieces of my            heart that was

Given to more                      than one person

Who did not             deserve it,

Let     alone    take

Care of it…

 

As I struggled,

To pick up the millions of shards,

The pain would fade,

But I was still incomplete­­─

With every recovered piece another shattered.

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Out of detachment I stopped picking up the pieces

And I just kept wandering until I came to a clearing.

It was surprising because I had been walking on the pieces of my heart for so long that it was comfortable. The only thing that kept me from turning back was the presence of a cross;

It was weird because as I got closer

I could see my name!

My name was etched into it,

So I wondered

If was finally time for my end─

But before I could continue,

My eyes were drawn to

These blood red shades,

And for some reason I put them on,

When I looked up I almost threw up.

There was a man hanging on my cross!

My cross, where I was supposed to die!

Out of disbelief, I took off the shades

And backed away and when I turned

To run back to the life I used to know,

That man was standing before me

Wounded arms        opened wide

 

And I fell before him.

 

He told me to look  up and when I did

He was holding my heart mended, and as

He presented it to me, I held my hand up

Saying “keep it, because I will follow

You to the ends of the Earth,

To the end of time.”