Pouring my heart out and all that is in it,
The mess and confusion and chaos and pain,
I stand in the presence of one who redeems me,
Taking my loss and exchanging for gain.
So overwhelming, this call to be faithful,
When all that’s surrounding me calls me to run.
It’s easy to worship and bask in God’s glory,
When tension and pain aren’t eclipsing the sun.
What does it look like to enter the messy?
To engage with a heart that is shut down and cold?
How does it feel to open to sorrow?
To love with a love that is hopeful and bold?