Recently, Ethan and I talked about Christ living in our heart and what that means. We discussed how are heart is changed and how he changes us. We both did a drawing symbolizing our discussion which I uploaded on a previous post.
This year I’ve been really intentional about using poetry as a form of worship in my quiet time and I’ve shared some of those poems on here. I haven’t usually blogged about what inspired my writing and I should. So the poem I’m posting today is about Christ living in my heart and my heart being his home.
Christ in My Heart
As you walked through my front door,
I’m not sure what you’ll think or say
There’s been few guests here anymore,
I tend to keep everyone away
You glance at the piles here and there
I try to explain them away-
too busy, too sick, no time to spare
though I’ve had time to go out and play
I point to others and compare;
other homes are worse than mine
Trying to act as if I don’t care
as though everything here is fine
You smile, take my hand and say
“I’ve known you before you were born
the mess in here is not okay,
it’s all weary, worn, and torn.”
Gently you show me the dirt and grime
that’s been hiding in each room
Not knowing it’s been here all this time,
I now see the dust’s rising plume
Room to room we clean dirt and grime
“We’ll not finish,” I start to fear
“Don’t worry child, I have the time”
We take it, day by day, year by year
Much has changed while time has past
My home’s much cleaner inside out
I am free of the burden at last
For you’re always with me, I’ve no doubt
*love*