Heart Song
The murmurations of a wounded heart,
one's rhythm lost, alone and incomplete,
are but a silent cry for where Thou art,
regardless how irregular the beats.
The walls, once closing in and much compressed,
are now relaxed, expanding in relief;
a heart is meant for love and joy expressed,
not soured by the bile of unbelief.
Lord, calm my fears and set my heart at rest,
and send Your spirit coursing through my veins.
Fill every emptiness within my chest
till naught but that which longs for you remains.
A heart song, scarce contained, yet pounding free,
finds true delight when locked in step with Thee.
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