I hold my heart in my hands,

trying to stop the bleeding with

Fingers that shake.

I take my tattered hopes and dreams

And put them  back into my body

That struggles to awake.

I bring my faith and trust along

The journey I must travel

For Jesus’s sake.

I find goodness and truth

Are hard to find in people.

It causes an ache.

I only ask one thing

Of those who tarry near.

Don’t watch my heart-break.

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