Fissures along the deepest recesses start to give way...
Cracks seep in and out the unwanted thoughts.
Like the ebbing of gentle ocean waves,
the low tide yields the days discard.
So my heart vacillates.
It wrestles with my mind...
Each encroaching, each demanding.
Where shall my tired spirit rest?
In the safety of my beloved Savior.
My Savior seals the holes in my heart,
with the precision of a Mason cementing each brick in place...
Sure to set an unmovable foundation.
My heart will be pieced together, stronger, wiser, renewed,
because he saw fit to make me whole.
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