walking wounded

her voice grew soft and stumbling
her eyes sought the floor in shame
i struggled to hear how the story went
slowly, gently the flesh parted and i saw
her heart
marks of many shapes and sizes
bearing names and dates and faces
wounds carved into her very being
by those meant to love and trust
her heart
so sadly i gazed at the battlefield
the chaos of fumbled meetings
wondering how she faced each day
with so much pain inside
her heart
then i looked closer still and saw
each lie a wielded blade
i spoke truth into the darkness
saw His healing start to grow
my heart
i find inside are scars unnumbered
results of careless words
the whisper of the enemy contained
in words of friends and family
my heart
i can be a vessel of healing
His instrument to stitch closed
the wounds that years have told
to bring life where death now reigns
our hearts
we join in living praise to Him
we can be the light of love
we bring hope where none now dwells
we touch eternity in His name