It's Not Always Beautiful

I need a safe place to lay out my heart...

I am just not sure where that is anymore.  

I did not think my heart could be more broken...

I need to exhale...

I need to stop thinking...

I really just want to stop everything.

Why does a shattered heart insist on beating?

Where do you go when you need to be held and there is no one to hold you?

Who wipes your tears... the ones you don't want anyone to see?  Not for the sake of hiding them, but for not being understood...

Why can I not die to myself...

I have never felt so weak in all my life...

I am wretched... there is no good thing in me, but Christ who dares live in me.

I am so sorry Papa, that I let you down... over and over and over again...

I am so sorry for failing to love well...

I am a Princess alright... a selfish one.

I  am desperate for You...

I have known too much...

But not enough of You.

Capture my heart again... if there is anything left...

Cause my heart to sing NO other name... Jesus.... Jesus...