When trouble comes the Heart knows
it tries to prepare you for the show.
It lurks in the shadows of the night,
hiding from you the glorious Light.
It keeps you balanced on tippy toes,
showing you how all is your foe.
Bleeding anger, hate, and lust,
until your chest caves in from the thrust.
It shatters because it knows what you need—
to burn out all that lust and greed.
It cracks to pour the poison out,
so love can rise where once was doubt.
It breaks so the Ten can enter in,
so faith can stitch the torn within.
And every fracture, every scar,
is the Creator pulling you back from far.
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