There is a prickle in my heart
A splinter of past pain
I tried to get it out one day
To no avail or gain
Trying to ignore
It's rubbing out of joy
Wanting to believe
Love wasn't being destroyed
Around this splinter, over time
A hard wall did form
To shield the undamaged vessels
From additional pain storms
This prickle begin to fester
Making weak my very mind
It kept me from reaching out
I hesitate to be kind
Now finally I have found a way
to get the splinter out
I must open up my heart
To let God pluck out that doubt
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