there was an emptiness inside of me
that hungered for sweet relief
it called like a chasm, it burned like a fire
from loneliness, heartache, and grief
i tried to feed it the world and its lies
its theories, quick-fixes, and sin
but that only fed the unrelenting flames
and I'd find myself empty again
i’d built my own castle on the sands of this world
and then wondered why I felt alone
for the greatest of treasures gained here on earth
cannot compare to The Throne
then I heard someone say that You made me this way
that Your Word is to be food for my soul
that it was Your Plan to bring me back again
with these beautiful God-shaped holes
feed me My Father. fill in these holes
and push out the world when you do
My Father, My Maker
oh Seamstress of Souls
all that can heal me is you
i’ve stitched life together with fear-colored thread
trying to mend my own pain
and stood back and admired my own handiwork
just until the wound opened again
i need you Dear Father. My Creator, My Friend
to knit me back together and mend
me back to that girl you so wonderfully made
on that day when at first life began
so smooth out the scars but leave just a trace
so I can remember in awe
all that's been healed by your mercy and grace
and in wholeness, now answer your call
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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