Give me your Heart

Give you my what?

How could you ask that of me?

You who created all things,

know all things,

sees all things.

How could you ask that of me?

The time is now!

But why now?

Oh, but when I asked you to search me,

I didn't think you'd mean what I wanted to forget.

I gave you a portion,

but now you want my whole?

Be gentle. But isn't that what you are?

Gentle in spirit.

Deal with me as only you can.

Spirit to spirit.

Only you know the measure.

According to the measure, you will provide

Sufficient will it be to deal with the anger.

The anger I can no longer conceal.

You who created all things,

knows all things,

sees all things.

And you saw what was tainting my heart.

Is that the contamination you want to remove?

Be gentle with me.

But isn't that what you are?

Gentle in spirit.

Give you my what?

And all I have to do is trust?

So I take a deep breath.

Breathe, imagine, wait, trust.

How could I not trust the source?

Abide in you I must.

This is a safe place.

Wholeness. Is this where you bring wholeness?

You who created all things,

knows all things,

sees all things.

Here is my heart.

Please be gentle with it.

But isn't that what you are?

Gentle in spirit.

Psalm 25:9

"He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way."

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