I had a heart broken and shattered beyond repair
Wounded by sin and rebellion
And in complete despair.
There was no hope for this heart to mend
The only hope was that one-day, it would end
But then one day,
Darkness did not prevail
I saw my Savior and no longer a veil
For in the depths of my despair
I called to heaven, and my cry was heard there
A Savior. My King,
I knew my heart could mend
But in the place of healing
He did more than I could comprehend
A new heart He gave me
No longer one of stone
A new Spirit,
And now, I will never be alone.
For His presence ever before me
And His hand always my guide
A new life given,
I shall never be terrified.
For my King has won
My King has set me free
And in Him you too can have victory!
3 thoughts on “This wounded heart”
Keep writing! Love reading it. You are an inspiration to me. Love you, Jenn!
Thank you friend. The feeling is mutual. Love you. =)
Beautiful… your heart spoke to my heart…
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