The Broken Heart

September 13, 2011 reflectinghisradiance

I wrestle.

The fire burns hot and my heart breaks.

“Why?”  The insatiable longing to know surfaces.

I chafe at what is and desire what could be.

We wrestle.

You brought me here, but I have the choice

To walk away from where You led

To flee the fire, and mend my heart.

You call me to follow, to be where You are.

When I push back my fears and dry my tear-stained eyes,

I can see.

You wrestled.

You carried the cross, and died on that tree.

Fighting the pain, You poured out Your life.

Though You had the choice to leave, You remained

In spite of Your innocence, You suffered, some would say unjustly.

You chose the pain, poured Yourself out, to love Your enemy.

As I glimpse this love, Your blood flowing from a broken heart,

I’m transformed.

Though once Your enemy, You call me “Beloved.”

I rest.

Your loving arms won’t force me to stay, yet I remain.

Through my tear-filled eyes, I gaze,

Upon my relentless Lover.

You died,

And I with you.

You live,

And I with You.

I rest.

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