My Heart

When we are young, we need to follow something, someone.
Perhaps like me, you have heard the advice, "follow your heart".

Growing up, you too have felt confined, conflicted, and confused.
Who are we to question the good, the best, and the smartest?

So we revered their great wisdom and bowed to their sacred cows.
But after a thorough investigation, I discovered weaknesses of my heart,

Whereupon I took a second look and decided to follow it no more.
And in due time,  I refused such advice and began to LEAD my heart.

My heart has not earned the right nor the reputation to be followed.
My heart is less schooled in the universities of passion, power, and purity.

My heart is prone to deceitfulness and is sometimes proud and secretive.
"Put not your trust in man", says the Scriptures, and am I not also a man?

So I am learning to lean on and trust The Lord, and with God, LEAD my heart.
That is why, like David, I want my Lord to lay me down in green pastures 

beside still waters. I tell you my friend that on several occasions, my heart has failed, leaving me with displeasures and disappointments on the roller 

coaster rides of romance, in multifaceted fields of religion, and in dead end pursuits of success. It's ever true that the heart would prefer to be in 

control. Oh, but to be true to yourself, to be wiser than most, to finish 
this race unworried and rested, LEAD thine heart.


122120PSCtest, Curtains of Your Heart, Chantelle Anne Cooke                                                               *Jeremiah 17:
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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