Digging Deep

I close my eyes to see inside myself -
to find out what I'm made of...

Beneath my skin is rotting flesh
my hands are dripping with blood
my bones are all broken
my throat-choking on regretted words spoken
My ears hear a condemning whisper
My tongue swells in my mouth
My mind scrambles for conclusions
My lungs are gasping for a single breath
My heart is aching for a single touch
My stomach is craving deeper satisfaction
My spirit is pained by life's defection.
My knees are bruised
My shins are splintered

But my feet-
They are covered with steel.
And stubbornly they carry me back to the cross
Where I find the God who heals.
The God who listens to how I feel
Then points me back to what is real...

I open my eyes and
come face to face with His love.