"How Hard it is to Trust Again"

How hard it is to trust again,
When your dreams are crushed and your heart is broken.
How hard it is to allow the chance,
the glimmer of hope to enter again...
When you're guarded too tightly to let anything in.
With all of your doubt, and all of your fear, and your protecting wall;
How hard it is to tear down it all.
To open yourself up to where the soft-tissue is,
and more than that, your heart,
the part of you that feels the pain.
How hard it is to expose it again.
How comfortable your walls had been,
and how naked you feel without them.
How you long for protective arms,
the ones you used to trust,
to craddle you close without a fear,
Oh how you wish you had them near!
But everyone tells you to stop all the fuss
and find confidence in yourself.
You try to please the crowds,
while wondering how this would help.
You put on a mask to hide within,
How hard, even now, to trust again!
Don't let a soul see fear in your eyes!
You'll be confident and cool in your brand-new disguise!
How hard it is to trust again,
Though everyone but you is convinced that you can.
Daddy pulls you in His arms, removes your mask, and calms your heart.
"How hard it was to trust, my child" He whispers tenderly.
"But Daddy's got you now, and He's never going to leave."
"I'll be your shelter from the storm, I'll help you know the way."
"I'll never leave you nor forsake you,
for in my arms you'll stay."

(Copyright Evelyn Worthington)
(written 12:45 am October 29, 2009)

"Offering Crumbs to be Multiplied"

Lord, I want to give it all,
all of my life to you.
For I get so lost all on my own,
without you to turn to.
I feel my offering's far too small,
I wish I could offer more.
I give my life to you and
wait for what's in store.
I'm such a fool, God,
can't you see?
I'm not worth all of the work.
I get so caught up in me, me, me,
I can be such a jerk.
I'm not worthy of your love,
too vast to comprehend,
but I'm so glad you do love me,
and on you I can depend.
God, I'm all in pieces, crumbs:
an irreversable mess.
Take me into your arms
and work in me your best.
Use me for your glory,
use me for your will.
And when I feel all alone and scared,
I pray you'll use me still.
I LOVE YOU LORD.

(Copyright Evelyn Worthington)
(Written 12:52 am October 27, 2009)