Is it worth it?
As I look, I see the hurt in her eyes
Another tear falls, another friendship badly patched
Another of my friends falls victim to my love of power.
And for what?
Now all I feel is a sense of stabbing loss
Knowing that I am missing something.
I feel patched, worn.
Every time a friend forgives me,
Another patch is sown on.
How long can I last?
One day the patches will fall off and I will be exposed again.
I turn to Him who gives rest to the weary
I lay down all my power-love at His throne.
Why did I not do this before?
A new Presence floods through me
I am no longer patched, or mended
Instead I am a new person
He has not mended me, where I can break again
He has given me meaning and purpose
And I know that with Him
My broken life is cast aside
He is the one who has the power
The only one.