Dare I trust my resurrected heart?
The flickering candle of hope?
The dimly lit path to freedom?
The trickling water of peace?
Dare I trust the softer voices in my head?
The gentle breezes in my soul?
Dare I trust the raging monster is dead?
That it will never rise again?
My heart was crushed by the hammer of injustice.
Broken by ghosts of the past.
Paying for crimes she did not commit.
Drowning in tears that were never hers to cry.
It trusted the bloody hands of those who claimed to love her.
The freezing tomb of silence.
The glaring eyes of rejection.
The coals of shame poured on her head.
But dare she trust these quiet chambers?
To lay down her sword?
To tear down the walls?
Dare she believe in trust again?
No! I dare not trust my fickle heart.
My fractured mind.
My wild emotions.
My murdered soul.
I dare not trust my destructive self.
My racing thoughts.
My doubts and fears.
I dare not trust my broken self at all.
I dare to trust an unseen God.
I dare to trust His tender love.
I dare to trust His healing touch.
I dare to trust His whispering voice.
I dare to trust His wounded hands.
I dare embrace the blood He shed.
I dare believe the words He speaks.
I dare surrender to the cross.
Father, forgive my wounded heart.
My angry tears. My shattered soul.
I never wanted to hurt you.
But I was afraid to trust your stubborn love.
But I’m not afraid anymore.
Straight From the Heart 