• So there’s this piece of my heart and I gave it away
    Prepared for it to be beaten and bruised
    And twisted and torn
    And thrown back in my face for the hundredth time…
    But that didn’t happen.
    So now I wonder how this beaten, bruised, twisted and torn
    Piece of flesh is healing and thriving after so much abuse.
    My sick, sad blood is now well and wondrous.
    I reason that it is because I now have someone
    To hold and protect that piece of my heart
    Who makes this sometimes-painful process worth it.
    with so many ways out of this vicious cycle
    I’m pulled back to the savior who healed that piece of my heart
    And I no longer bleed and break.