My first attempt at posting poetry...please don't laugh too hard!
my heart is torn in every direction
clinging to this
holding to that
loving and wanting
full of desiring
longing for anything
but the one thing I ought
one cure alone I see
for this treacherous heart of mine
God break it hard
wrench that away
refuse its desires
break, tear, chasten
bring me to that point
destitute, empty
where all I can see is the foot of your cross
then lift up my head
restore me
renew me
undivided I will be
but first I must be broken
oh Lord this hurts
my flesh cries in pain
my heart bleeds endlessly
my mind rebels
but those nail-scarred hands
pierced for my sin
gently bind me up
undivided at last
only a love as deep as Thine
has the courage to hurt me
to make me whole
a heart once torn this way and that
has found its great purpose
and focus
in Thee
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7 comments:
Great words, Jill!
=)
Christian spammer? Much better than the others, I must say.
Jillian...you made me cry. But in a good way. I have felt so broken lately, even just tonight. But God is faithful and I know that the brokenness and the pain and suffering are for my good. He loves us. Thanks, honey, for the encouragement!
Good tip, Jake.
I tell ya...
That Jill girl needs to brush up on her...honors English?
Just kiddin'
Hey, Jill. I think I'm going to take an intro to poetry writing Spring quarter, so you'll have to teach me when you come home, ok?
=)
Jake, Jake, Jake, don't you know that the first rule of poetry is...there are no rules? :-)
Jillian, I am convinced you can do anything!
Brittney's "poem" was called 'Come to the gardens'(but that's not the one she's referring to in her previous comment-wink,wink.)
I'd better post this before she kills me!!
Anyway,I love and miss you tons.
We're thinkin' about visiting you in February. (=
Thank you Jill for risking yourself and writing the truth about yourself and the Lord...that all of us might be quicken again to lay down our lives for Him! I love you and your writing has often reminded me of my favorite author...E.Elliot. I can rejoice even though she is now possibly not able to write but God's goodness is still being proclaimed by you in a similar fashion of writing.
Always, Mom
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