ransome

if my heart is breaking

for the ones i've loved deeply

that have left you,

if i do not have mere words

to express the 

dead weight of this burden,

but only tears enough 

to drown in and 

weeping to last the night,

then how much Yashua,

are you hurting for the 

wounded

and the broken?

the lost sheep that have 

wandered from you,

i know you love them

so much more then i ever

will or do.

if my heart cries out,

for the ones not even living

selling themselves to the enemy

for empty promises of 

satisfaction and happiness,

then Jesus please,

give me the strength to not 

give up for the heaviness

this pain is.

my heart will not be silent,

while the wounded refuse to see,

the healer stands before them,

on the other side of humility;

healing and restoration lye on 

the shores of the sea of burgundy.

His grace has been poured out for us;

Yahushua pleads for the sinners,

as He bleeds out Israels

ransome.