After realizing Jesus wants her whole heart, Jen Scheuermann reflects on the pieces that have been wounded.
A piece of my heart is wounded,
trampled on by life.
On wings of Love it once did soar,
now grounded beneath the weight of the world.
A strong wall I’ve built around this piece;
instinctively I protect it.
Yet a dark, lonely corner is where it sits,
as I try each day to forget it.
But now I sense Your presence,
and I hear You call my name.
You stand before me, arm outstretched.
Within Your eyes an unspoken request.
My whole heart is what You’re after;
I’ve known this all along.
But the pieces I show the world won’t do;
You want the hidden pieces, too.
Your posture is unhurried;
with patience You’ll wait for my yes.
You hope only to draw me closer,
an invitation within Your request.
They say You never ask for anything
while extending an empty hand.
Yet still, I fear the emptiness
of giving You all I have.
This wounded piece—I do not want it.
But how do I give it away?
I can not do it on my own
so I'll continue to pray. ...
Help me pick up the piece I’d rather forget.
Help me trust You with the wound I want to protect.
Help me gently place it into Your hands.
And fill the hole in my chest with Your love instead.
Copyright 2022 Jennifer Scheuermann
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About the Author
Jennifer Scheuermann
While living out her vocations of marriage, motherhood, and health care provider, Jen is often found on the sidelines of a ball game, searching for shade while cheering on her sons. An early riser, she sits with Jesus while it’s still dark and blogs about their conversations at Early Morning Coffee With Jesus. Get to know her more on Instagram or Facebook.
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