If I had to choose one word
To talk about my heart
The word would be broken
Before you get indignant
And try to sound religious
Brokenness is not loss of faith

If I could choose another
To talk about my heart
It would be occupied
By all the things life has thrown
And all the things man has known
Preaching to me all I should concede

But my faith in love shines through
To talk about my heart
And the Spirit of God
Within the broken temple
Water flowing from the Rock
Turning to flesh inside my life

My eyes must be the east gate
With water freely flowing
From the temple of grace
Knowing He is in the giving
In the Holy of Holies of my heart
The reborn mercy seat of the living

© 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.