There’s an injury to your heart

The Lord sees with His eyes

Others may miss its need

But never shall the Christ.

 

He sees deeply within

When we’re broken or torn to shreds

And bruised is your dear heart

Locked inside your chest.

 

You’re hoping no one will see

The battle wound up close

You’re thankful that it hides

Perhaps no one will know.

 

Yet bruising causes an ache

That pounds within a soul

So you must give it an ear

So healing now can flow.

 

There’s a wincing when memories rise

And your heart is sore to touch

If you could see inside

It’s black and blue, yet not crushed.

 

It still needs time to heal

And Christ does have a balm

He tends and mends each heart

Bruised by storms and wrongs.

 

Feb 1, 2019