like a heart-shaped pin cushion.
pins and needles straight to the soul;
pain and regrets hidden and unknown.
open up the word of His hope,
and allow the light to shine through.
perhaps the path you walk is dim and winding.
and in your hands, a smoking torch.
if you need clarity–He is there.
the light unto your path, the lamp to your feet.
there is no hunger that He cannot feed;
no land to barren that He cannot plant seed.
there is no pain too grievous to heal;
nor plans to cryptic He cannot reveal.
if you feel like your heart is a pin cushion of hurt.
look to the cross, to the nails and His side.
He took all your pins of hurt inside.
and nailed them to cross until He died.