OPEN YOUR HEART

Can I ever let the delicate petals of my suppressed love
flower into the more than a wilting, decaying blossom?

Will I always leave it dying
while swimming upon the waves of greed
or wading through the surf of sins
to get lost upon a carnal, tempest ocean
as a lethargic and napping unfeeling creature
lacking the compassion to let mercy be more than a word?

Then in my last gasp of pure emotions the sky calls to me
as my savior's voice comes
like a melodious and dulcet wave song.

Beckoning to rescue my sinking and dying soul
from the riptides of vanity and lust
till his spirit cleanses my pain
leaving me a life preserver of faith.

Then I return to the sands of my naked and bruised shoreline
joyously picking up the tender rose of caring that I had discarded
as his spirit's power at last brings life anew to my deepest grains
freeing me from the waters of emptiness and abandonment
where I was adrift without purpose or feeling.

All occurring from my lord's unseen touch
as only he can truly make us feel
beckoning the dam of selfishness to burst
while we hear that heavenly whisper
open your heart.