Condemned Heart (1 John 3:20)
When the heart condemns
And this body shakes
To the rhythm of dark thoughts
A soul cannot comprehend
It’s my heart
It’s tattered
It’s torn
It’s ragged
It’s frayed
It’s me
The condemnation of my heart
Is like a prisoner of my mind
Rattling chains of captivity
Until it wakes the whole world
It’s my heart
It’s hurt
It’s bleeding
It’s broken
It’s pain
It’s me
And even though this heart condemns
It doesn’t mean I’m bound to fall
I may be down upon my knees
So let the prisoner inside cry
It’s my heart
It’s empty
It’s weak
It’s distant
It’s cold
It’s me
And when my broken hallelujah
Reaches the edge of my lips
Then this heart is restored
By the Holy Father’s love
It’s my heart
It’s renewed
It’s bound
It’s beating
It’s rebuilt
It’s me
NOTE:
My heart once more tried to condemn me earlier today, but as I stood there beginning to drift into bad memories, my mind switched to these words that I had written earlier in the morning, immediately my mind snapped out of it and I found the heart to worship.

1 John 3:20