Five Minute Friday [22] - You Won't Find It There. It'll Be In His Arms

They say what hurts inside can be turned into art

They say pain paints a picture, calls out to another soul
But what about the kind of pain that wrecks your heart?
The kind that devastates, that leaves nothing left whole
And burns inside at the same time as it leaves you cold?

When you’re growing up they tell you to find your passion
They don’t always warn you of the things, the thieves of this world
That steal away your passion or your ability to imagine
Or what leaves you by yourself in a ball on your floor, body curled

Perhaps it’s in the name of protection and a feeling of safety
No one wants to tell a kid about the dreaded, about all of the scary things
You’re born without a shell but you grow one all too quickly
You still learn about those things, starting from when you have bad dreams

They say we only have this one life, so do what you want
They say that you better live for you and yourself or you’ll get stepped on
But what about forgiveness that’s pure and love that’s soft?
And what if you found when you die that Someone knows all you’ve done?

When you’re growing up you’ll hear that you can be your own god
But that will only leave you in darkness, leave you unable to heal yourself
Your Father wants to tell You how He loves you infinitely and beyond
But will you let that sink in, will you stop putting Him back on the shelf?

Perhaps it’s hard to believe, perhaps it’s unlike anything you’ve ever known
Yet no one could ever love you more than He does
Still, no one finds it easy to surrender and most think they can make it alone
You’re born and your heart hardens over the years

But He can take the pain from your shoulders,
He can remove your heart of stone
And He can make your heart a home

Will you let that sink in,
or will you just let it go?

t.h.
written: 10/07/20