Your stone heart is being pulled away,
This bruised thing you held on to when all else had gone astray
You feel yourself break,
But remember how gray your life was
And even just in one moment
You felt safe.
So you cast away,
Cut away at your heart
Until all that is left is battered and frayed.
And you begin to second guess yourself.
Maybe this isn’t for me.
You think of all those times
You ran away,
Letting yourself spiral into exponential decay,
You go to climb back into the that empty shell
But hear, ever so quietly, Come away.
And you think your imagining things, but then you hear it again.
And you can’t even think to disobey
Because this overwhelming peace
Removes such a weight.
You think of all these people,
What everyone will say.
But what are they,
Compared to being saved?
So you go and lay
At the foot of the cross,
And you expect to be thrown away
Because most people you’ve met
Wouldn’t give you the time of day.
You look up in disgrace…
To see tears
And feel a warm embrace
And then you are amazed to hear,
“I have waited and waited,
My Child, My Beloved.”
And only through Grace
Are you able to kneel and say
“Father, Send Me!”
That is what it means to be saved.