And when he had looked round about on them with anger, being grieved for the hardness of their hearts, he saith unto the man, Stretch forth thine hand. And he stretched it out: and his hand was restored whole as the other.~ Mark 3:5
They seem out of place, like they surely don’t belong
Sliding out, up, and over they make me they’re unhappy home
I could perceive them as ugly, something to be removed
But to me they hold the story of a girl trying to break through
So many shiny bobbles and trinkets at my beckon call
The more I tried to use them to fill the emptiness lingering in my soul
The tighter, deeper, longer, the stretch marks seemed to crawl
The truth got buried deep within my soul
As I tried to fill the void with the false security they proposed
All along the Lord was there to help me; if only I would call
Instead of clinging to the belief that I knew it all…
If I open my heart will you fill it up?
If I keep my eyes focused will you give me site?
If I breathe in your beauty will you let me smell?
If I clean my palate will you give me a taste?
If I wash off the past will you put healing in my touch?
If I clear my mind of clutter will you let me hear your love?
For what more can I do, how much more do I give?
Or is it that time is the bearer of these said precious gifts?
I try to focus, to keep balanced and in line
In an effort to bring your light fully to mine
How can I serve you Lord Jesus?
Do I have what it takes?
What is left for this miracle to finally take place?