You healed my Heart.

 And here is a poem for your healed heart—a testimony set to verse, anchored in the scripture that made it whole.

You Healed My Heart

You healed my heart.

Not with a surgeon’s blade,so sharp and neat,

But with a love that made the brokenness complete,

A binding of the fragments with a golden thread,

A raising of the places I had left for dead.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

Where once a cavern, cold and echoing,

Now springs a well,a fresh, eternal singing.

You took the stone I carried in my chest

And gave it rest,and gave me back my breath.

You called me from the tomb of my own shame,

Where I had wrapped myself in my own name.

You said,“Come forth,” and shattered every chain;

You spoke the word that made me live again.

“Lord,” I said, “be merciful to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you.” (Psalm 41:4)

Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.(Psalm 30:2)

You healed my heart for more than just my peace,

Not for the pain to finally cease,

But so this mended,mercy-tempered clay

Might beat with purpose for You,day by day.

So let it be a shelter for the weak,

A humble language that Your love can speak.

Let it be strong to bear another’s weight,

To love because You loved me first,and late.

He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed. (1 Peter 2:24)

This heart—Your trophy of relentless grace—

Will seek Your face in every time and place.

And if it scars,let every scar recall

The Healer who is greatest over all.

So I will go, with this new rhythm’s start,

And carry with me Your now-healing art.

For You alone take shattered things apart

And make them whole.

You healed my heart.

Amen.