Restless Heart

A restless heart tends to wander and bleed from their soul,
Unassured of which path can stitch them back whole.

Constant aching pervades such an infinite void,
Seeking solace from all they themselves have destroyed.

Self doubt saturates every crevice and crease,
Fear shrouds each new thought with it's lies and deceit.

Yet the darkness within He can once again light,
Freeing us from such bonds worldly sin does incite.

For in the eye of this storm lies a new point of view,
One of which has the power to cleanse and renew.

You need only to give up to Him your old life,
Then restored be thy heart through true love born of Christ.