Masterpiece

June 17, 2008

A world untouched

by pain and filth

must have attracted

the opposite

because when you entered

that’s what you brought

Compromise, insecurity

hatred, defeat

and “where do I go now”

Rising tears to my eyes

none of this is how I’d

hoped, planned, thought

I opened up

to something new

and experienced

what it means to be used

exposed heart touched

crumbles like shards of glass

And you were always

there for me

to help out again

try to make sense

Out of the pieces

temporary relief never lasts

Eyes bleed;

all tears have been cried

and I scream

for something real

but reality’s too hard a request

when I’m so torn

I’m dying inside

trying to lose your memory

losing myself in the process

to a lie

in the death of hope and dreams

agony is born

Father – my only help

shatters the heavens

to be by my side

but even His love

right now

makes me ache

He dresses my wounds

I cringe and cry out

yet stay near Him

to look in His eyes

as He weeps over me

what will it take?

“Let me do something,”

I mutter,

”the pain’s too immense”

but efforts are useless

my energy’s spent

all I can do is let Him hold me

But is it really possible

for Him to restore

who I am?

It seems too much damage

”close your eyes,” He says

”it’ll help you to see.”

And as I turn my gaze

away from this mess

I finally feel Him

kissing me

whispering “masterpiece”

to a mind carved by lies

I want to believe that it’s true

but the hope is too much

so I just stay alive

in His arms

in His dreams

and some pain in me dies

I’m slow and unsure

of everything now

but in His arms I feel

I can breathe

I can be me

and I rest

He sings restoration

I don’t understand how

but I’m willing to give

what’s left of me

open my heart

and I bury my face in His chest