I gave you my heart.
You handed it back to me
Said "I can't accept this
I'm only a man,
too imperfect
for something
so fragile."
Not listening
I charged you with it anyway
recklessly, never expecting
it to be trampled in the shuffle
of allegiances.
You chose to follow Him
I chose to follow you
then Me...then you
but you weren't
there anymore.
My heart's lodged somewhere
in the transfer, lost to me.
Piece-y and anxious like
mid-air confetti
in that moment before it falls
scattered and disoriented
to the floor,
But I can sense it
when my soul yields
to He who is greater
than me.
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