My heart

There’s no question

It’s impressionable like a thumb in wet clay

My empathetic capacity

Can lead to challenges

Lone, stone like hurt

Breathe in the Spirit

Let it flow through

My existence exuding

The grace of my Father

It surrounds my soul

Capitivating

Guiding like the searchlight

Amidst crashing waves of hate

The serpent lurks in these waters

Making his way from the deep

To the tongue of my mouth

With a thirst for lies

Twisting my thoughts

Despising the man in the mirror

But as my hand reaches for faith

The divine shines brightly a path

Such love cast any question in my mind

Away from this place

Where I worship my Father

By Connor Johnson