Joyful Ruins

When I say here’s my heart Lord

I don’t say it with my arms weakly at my sides

In a whisper that can only be heard by myself

But

With my arms stretching so high to the heavens that it is almost a strain

And with a shout so desperate and passionate that it sounds like a cry

Rather than normal speech

When I say here’s my heart Lord

I so intensely want my heart in Your hands

My heart changed and molded by You

That I would rip it out of my chest and give it into Your hands

Because I know that is where it would be better taken care of