Here lies this heart, broken and battered
It’s calling for help, it’s saddened and shattered
I see the pieces but what can I do?
I look towards the Heavens, can I trust You?
I attempt to see what’s before me but the way is shadowed
How I would like to know what the future holds or who’s steps must I follow
Maybe some things are just left to wander the unknown
But it frightens me to see what I reaped from what I’ve sown.
Will this heart be pleased with the deeds it’s done?
Can it live and be free once again to run?
The problem seems too big but what can I do?
I look towards the Heavens, can I trust You?
A still small Voice is heard above this lonely cry
The Voice of the One who’s life paid a price
A price far too great than I could ever bare
Why little heart do you doubt… do you fear?
“Let me pick up the pieces and mend them together”
Says the God of all things created,
From the tiniest flower to the change in the weather
“Yes, you can trust Me! And you I will never leave!”
A heart’s cry is no longer lonely or grieving
But fully reliant on the peace it’s been given
Yes the sun always comes after the rain
And this thing doesn’t last forever, this thing called pain.
Amaris I. Nazario
May 1, 2009
