Holding my Heart

Posted on Dec 20, 2011 | Tags: | Comments (0)

If I put my heart in my hand what would I see?

Would my focus be only on what's wrong with me?

Or could I dare to dream that this throbbing thing in all its gooey glory,

Was doing exactly what it was meant to be?

But what if it spurted or stained the floor?

What's more?

What if I didn't like what comes forth because it's messy and unkept,

Will I be forced to take care of all that is left?

But what if I could look past the mess

and confess

that my heart is a beautiful thing

because each beat is another note in the song of praise I sing?