Hostage
I’d give it to you if I felt you’d not forget me
If I felt you hadn’t stopped watering my soil
If I knew you were for me, truly FOR me
Instead I’ll hold it close,
hold it hostage from you
Protection from the only One who can truly break it
with His indifference
Where have you shown you are trustworthy? Why do you forget some of us? What goodness is this?
That I may long and seek and believe and trust and hope, only for my heart to fall ill;
a sickness only action and fulfillment can cure
Until then I am in chains,
a heart held hostage in a box inlaid with velvet
bought with experience and trial,
paid for by independence and worldly solace
Remind me of truth and help me find my key;
It’s lost in the sea waves that pound and confuse,
lapping in a constant pull from shore;
help me search for the way back to open the lid
and bust down the sides
For you to wrap your hands around the stone and bring blood to its core;
waking up to your purpose,
your LIGHT
