Written on my Heart

My story written in the morning dew
unclear, as my day dawns on shifting winds,
Failing beauty fades before my eyes
lost to my rushing, as the fight begins.

Dusty fields of indifference crowds me in
obscuring His message, choking healing rain,
Truth escaping through my grasping fingers
narrative forgotten, amidst my constant pain…

Reminded there is a different story
told not by fancy rhymes or phrases,
But by a Saviour hanging on a tree
carved into hands; not on feeble pages.

Amazing grace written on my heart
transforming my thoughts and reasons,
Nurturing my frailty through His care
bringing meaning to all seasons.