Lord, I need an undivided heart –
Pieces of mine still lay in the rubble
Of the damage done
By those who came before-
who tortured a little girl
Who, instead of singing songs about a sunrise,
Now cowers from its light.
I know you as a Father-
A loving, gentle Savior
(I’m sure I do-
The evidence of your great faithfulness
Has sustained me this far) …
But a piece of my heart,
(the piece still under the wreckage
In the far corner of my not-quite-outrun past)
Questions if maybe you are a bully….
(Not the kind who does the damage –
Not the kind who cheers on the others,
But the kind who watches and maybe holds their coats…
You don’t speak.
You don’t make them stop.
You stand in silence…)
How can my heart be in two places?
I cannot repair it myself. I have tried.
God, I need you.
Teresa Norman 2020