The Piece He Wants
A piece of my heart is wounded, trampled on by life. On wings of Love it once did soar, now grounded beneath the weight of the world. A strong wall I’ve built around this piece; instinctively I protect it. Yet a dark, lonely corner is where it sits, as I try each day to forget it. But now I sense Your presence, and I hear You call my name. You stand before me, arm outstretched. Within Your eyes an unspoken request. My whole heart is what You’re after; I’ve known this all along. But the pieces I show the world won’t do; You want the hidden pieces, too. Your posture is unhurried; with patience You’ll wait for my yes . You hope only to draw me closer, an invitation within Your request. They say You never ask for anything while extending an empty hand. Yet still, I fear the emptiness of giving You all I have. This wounded piece—I do not want it. But how do I give it away? I can not do it on my own so I'll continue to pray.... Help me pick up the piece I’d rather for