Be Made Whole

Your eyes pierce
In intense dark confusion,
Focused as if seeing
Life light-years away.
They hold
The key to your heartache,
They show the hurt
You won’t, don’t dare to say.

And I look into your eyes
And I know
Through the pain and through the darkness
You’re dying to be made whole.
And you blink away the fears
And hold back the tears
Beginning to seep
From your tired soul.
And I can see through your eyes,
You’re dying to be made whole.

Your words throb
With weary exhaustion.
Each syllable weighing
Each short breath down.
The fatigue holds
The things you’re not saying,
Unmasking the weak smile
Just covering your frown.

And I listen to your voice
And I know
Through the noise and through the chaos
You’re dying to be made whole.
You shrug off the upset
And wipe away the cold sweat,
Failing to admit
Life is taking its toll.
And I can hear in your voice,
You’re dying to be made whole.

Your shoulders sag
Under the weight of the world,
The pressures of living cracking
Your hard outer shell.
You’re begging for strength
Just to get to tomorrow,
Looking for the life
You lost when you fell.

And I watch as you stand
And I know
Through the resolve and through the weakness
You’re dying to be made whole.
You internalize the unspoken,
Piecing together the broken,
While the shards fall
From your grasping control.
And I can watch as you stand,
You’re dying to be made whole.

Your heart leaks
From your begging eyes;
Your voice quivers
And your spirit cries.
Oh precious child
With brokenness to spare,
This world of taunting sorrow
Was not meant for you to bear.

And I feel your heart bleed
And I wish you would know
Though unwarranted and undeserved
There’s One who died to make you whole
You collapse into His strong arms
And rest upon His mercy scars
While His love covers
While His whispers console
Your precious bleeding heart,
He died to make whole...



***It's been a long while since I've been compelled towards "poetry". But this is what flowed when I started to journal the other night after too many separate and very different conversations that all came back to the same... Sometimes I just want to come in and hug away and fix all the brokenness in the lives of my "kids" and I have to remember the fixing isn't up to me. Oh Father, step before me to do what I can't and provide your restoration to those dying to be made whole...