Little Heart
I think I heard His voice today,
in the midst of art and poetry.
I think he called me "little heart" -
oh what a joy it is to me!
Not long before, I'd scoff at this,
say my heart's a grand machine -
but next to Him I'm a mustard seed,
so small, and weak, and green.
But I can love. Yes, I can love!
I want to learn and grow.
To develop my potential
till I sleep 'neath dust and snow.
There's no shame in being "little heart",
no shame at needing Him.
Pour your fire into my little heart,
and fill it to the brim!
Father, I'll ne'er live up to you,
as I try to safeguard those I love.
But I'll do what I can with my little heart,
to live like your saints above.
2023-06-01
Written during Adoration at Nativity of Our Lord in Broomfield, CO
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