My Heart

In a world marred by sin,
a song of love is a melancholic song—
“My heart, my heart lay low.”
Hearts enclosed and entrapped
inside the steel bars of past violations,
isolated and twisted in a dark miasma
of pain and resentments.

It is hard to see the glory of Him
who gave His only begotten Son
to be the bridge and token of love to the loveless.

In a world full of distortions
and chains of necessities,
a song of love is a melancholic song—
“My heart, my heart lay low.”

Behind the walls of unmet needs
and broken wings,
tears never dried,
the heart becomes hard as a rock.
With enmity against vulnerability and openness,
they are cold and locked.

Just beneath the highest mountains of circumstances
lie the most beautiful souls,
crushed and discouraged
to never love again.
With all their beautiful jewels of personalities
and characters,
there lie hearts in denial,
refusing to receive the rejuvenating power of love.

In a world marred by sin,
it’s hard to love,
and a song of love is a melancholic song,
“My heart, my heart lay low.”