Reflections of my Heart
In the watches of the night I remember the hours of my brokenness…the feeling of my world falling apart. When tears blurred my vision in more way than one. When I wondered if I would ever see past the pain and into my future. When I laid awake many nights and lost sleep over the battles I fought…but never once was I the only solider in that field.
It never seems to come out the way I want it to. How can I make someone understand me when I am still unsure myself? They say you can find yourself in life, but I wonder how we were lost in the first place. We can start over here and make ourselves whoever we want to be. The past is easily covered by a cordial smile and a handshake. But am I true to myself when it truly matters? When it comes down to you and I, would I take the chance to show you a piece of who I am and who I desire to be?
If the sun rises tomorrow and I decide to start anew, would it be too much to ask of you? Can you just as easily forget who I was trying to be and embrace who I truly am? I am here, and I am human. My hands are ready to serve, my feet quick to step to the aid of another, and my heart is quick to go out to the hurting, lost and broken.
Will you take the time to see that? Or am I on my own in this? I know the answer, deep inside…it never leaves me. I am never alone, for He walks with me.
*rach*
It never seems to come out the way I want it to. How can I make someone understand me when I am still unsure myself? They say you can find yourself in life, but I wonder how we were lost in the first place. We can start over here and make ourselves whoever we want to be. The past is easily covered by a cordial smile and a handshake. But am I true to myself when it truly matters? When it comes down to you and I, would I take the chance to show you a piece of who I am and who I desire to be?
If the sun rises tomorrow and I decide to start anew, would it be too much to ask of you? Can you just as easily forget who I was trying to be and embrace who I truly am? I am here, and I am human. My hands are ready to serve, my feet quick to step to the aid of another, and my heart is quick to go out to the hurting, lost and broken.
Will you take the time to see that? Or am I on my own in this? I know the answer, deep inside…it never leaves me. I am never alone, for He walks with me.
*rach*