This calloused heart
does tear apart
the soul of lesser man
One reaches in
To pull out sin
returns with empty hand
We’ll cry the ‘morrow
Buried in sorrow
For the inner rocky shore
We’ll trust to light
Take on this fight
What hands can do no more
Faith calls to you
Seeks to undo
this solid blackened scar
Till raw you’ve left
By Holy theft
ripped err’ away afar
This calloused heart
once tore apart
the soul of lesser man
Now soft restored
No earned reward
But Christ’s eternal plan
(NOTE: This was another experiment in rhyme. I have to say I don’t like it at all. It reminds me if what I deeply dislike about simple, sentimental rhyme – but – I had to finish it and now post it here as much as I’d prefer to toss it…it exists now and I can’t do anything about that…)
Harnessing Chaos 