Father, life seems to be so wrapped around our heart
as we listen to
the sounds of so much.
And in the midst
of it all,
You simply ask,
“Give me your heart!”
It’s almost as if that is a daily look
from
Your Love beaming upon my life
that struggles with the silliest of events.
What an amazing place to be the holder of my
heart
as I weigh out all those sounds
to make the decision of where to take
it.
I listen to reason;
I listen to the
emotions that talk
the fastest and loudest within.
How I ever find the door that opens this
fullness
so mysteriously calling for my surrender,
I cannot comprehend.
How do I 'bring You' my heart?
For I stay in the struggle with complete
responsibility
to be noble, to be good,
stay in the wall of something
that has
assured me is wisdom…
being ‘mature’ as this mind pushes me
to introduce to all
those around me.
Poppa, You must surely
smile when You see me
thinking I have searched with such mighty knowledge
and
found the door that brings
this fire untouchable, un-measureable,
brighter than
all the flashes of lightening
within the sky,
into my life as I enjoy love
untraceable,
unmatched from beginning to end.
How comical it has to be to watch
this cute little piece of clay,
created by Your hands for Your pleasure –
rise up and fight the day like she
was going to conquer
if she stands tall enough in eyes around.
How funny and yet I find myself somewhat
amazing also.
For Your request
“Give me
your heart”;
Poppa, is like the stars lining up
to spell my name in my darkness
just to tickle me with such passion.
My
fight to be someone taller or smarter or richer,
has got to be about as goofy
as a child can attempt.
I do not know
how to find this place
where I bring You my heart,
YOU woe ME to its meadow
in
the midst of all my noise,
and You watch ME as Your love never fails.
YOU find Meeeeeee
and with the greatest dance I can
dance,
I honor You with my heart….
My heart, to You!
The God whose eyes search my heart
finds a dizzy little child
who loves her Daddy…!
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