Still Bleeding

Cut to the bone by the word of my Lord,

My heart is ripped wide open by His command.

And I'm bleeding.

I'm bleeding out all my joy.

Bleeding out the butterflies,

replaced by moths who destroy.

The way in which this blade has pierced

is sure to leave a scar.

Life rushing through my veins

moves slower with each chilling day.

My eyes become dim

even though they fix themselves on the light.

Feeling blinder every day,

my steps by faith and not by sight.

In a crowded room

surrounded by those who love me.

All the while my desiremost

is disobeying the Lord.

So I sit.

I reassure myself with the promises of Your Word

which proclaim truth and give life.

Lord why is it like this,

why do I see myself trading love for strife?

"But I have trusted in your faithful love.

My heart will rejoice in your deliverance,

I will sing to the Lord because he has treated me generously."

- Psalm 13:5-6 CSB