A Hardened Heart
by lynn gipson 9/04/2012 / Poetry
A hardened heart does not throb, it beats
It does not rejoice, but only grieves
It does not speak, but rather groans
It does not melt, but turns to stone
A hardened heart can't recognize pain
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain
It walls itself off from love and grace
Empathy disappears without a trace
A hardened heart feels no compassion
None of the reasons for which God fashioned
It pulses with blood that soon runs cold
Filled with loathing and hatred untold
A hardened heart will tremor alone
No sense of mercy will ever be owned
No time or place for God to come in
Just a brick house filled with sin
A hardened heart is a bitter one
Preferring the darkness to the sun
In which to hide it's ugliness
From the One who loves it best
A hardened heart will lose it's life
To burdens carried by it's own strife
Finding out late all it has cost
By not finding God before all is lost
I am a 61 year cancer survivor just recently become a writer. I write short stories, articles and poems of Christian or Spritual nature.