My heart

My heart hurts, it bleeds
It may be an exaggeration
But it feels like a torment
Yet the causes not organic,
External, A strange transference,
From tormented hearts
Blame it on the shepherd’s heart
Just like the Great Shepherd’s,
crushed by compassion
For those listing and halting

But yet again the Rhema pleads
One has to bow between his knees,
If the fury of heaven is to be suspended
and  for mercy to hold its sway

Perchance another's misgivings rescinded
and the evil heart by grace transcended 

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