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Thursday, 26 November 2015

Finding back the pieces of a broken heart

Finding Back The Pieces of a Broken Heart

By Albrecht Patrick Raphael

When I was holding my heart in my palms...
I ask, now what now? What can be good of this?
I looked up and saw the pieces scattered in the air...
The tiny pieces just blowing away...
Nothing was left, nothing remained, all but one...

So I held in my hands the final piece of my heart...
I ask of God, why has my life turned up-side-down?
I inquire of The Lord, what have I done to go through such pain?
I begged of Him, please take this misery before I go astray...
"O, for I come to no one else... But before the Son..."

I pounded my chest I cried before Him,
O my King, why have I experience such pain?
The wounds are unbearable, I am cut deep...
Thorns of poison one could survive...
But a broken heart, who can know?

Then the Heaven opens and an answer came...
It was there was a mirror that reflected my previous heart...
Woe... is me... I said to myself... If there was anything in there...
Surely there was nothing that thought of God...
It was filled with filth, sin and emptiness...

The consequence of sin has brought me to where I am...
The wrong choices... the wrong decisions...
The wicked counsel I have received in my heart...
The deceived selfish heart... That has departed from the Truth...
The mind that justifies evil in its own accord...

Then I knew what I had to do...
For I have heard the Gospel of Truth...
For beautiful are his feet who told it to me...
I broke down... and I turned to Him...
For I was sure in my Heart... That Jesus is The Son of God...
That He has died for my sins... taking full punishment of my sins...
That God's wrath was appeased upon the price that Jesus has paid in full...
That His atoning blood was enough...
His Holy and Righteousness Blood that was shed...
That even death could not contain Him...
On the third day he arose...
Resurrected for there was no sin in Him...
Risen and ascended unto God's Right Hand...
To Whom I come before knowing the state of my life...
I asked of Him... The King Himself...
For forgiveness... That I did not understand the wickedness of myself...
I proclaimed Him as Lord... and clung unto Him...
There is no other Hope that could take me to God our Father...
But through our Lord Jesus Christ...
I repented of my sins... I regretted of it...
I begged of The Lord to empower me to follow Him...
To be like Him... To do what He has done...
To walk in newness of life...

For where is my accuser now?
For this robe of righteousness is not of mine...
But of Him Who had died for me...
That by His merit I stand before my God...
"I pray before Thee In His Name... not mine..." I said unto Him...

When He has heard... He was pleased...
The broken pieces of my heart... Did not returned...
But a new heart and a new desire was birthed...
A heart that include Him inside...
A heart that thirst and desire for righteousness...
A heart that was filled with His Spirit...
A heart that was blessed with peace...
A heart designed for Him...
That He might be pleased...
That He might receive me...
for The Blood that was poured out...
to redeem my very soul...

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