I gave away my heart freely,
looking for a heart in return.

My heart was not a gift that was treasured.
When it came back,
it was not the heart I remembered.

It was broken
and full of holes.

I tried to place my heart back in my chest,
but it no longer fit.

What do I do with this heart
no longer keeping beat with me?

I looked for somewhere else
to place this broken heart.
It came back
broken beyond repair.

Who can I give this broken heart to?
Nobody wants what’s broken;
they all want shiny and new.

Then I hear a small, still voice
whisper into the depths of my soul:

Give me your heart.
I will heal and restore
all that has been lost,
all that has been taken.

What is the cost of this restoration?
I cry.

My life,
my blood,
my body,
replies the small, still voice.

Why would you give all
for this broken heart?
Why would you even bother with me?
my heart cried.

Before you were born,
I saw you.
I loved you.
I gave my all
to restore what the world has broken.

So I hand you the pieces
of this broken heart,
no longer of value to me.

You took what I offered
and you poured your love into it.
Your blood healed each scar,
each broken shard;
your love restored
what had been broken
and was now made new.

You placed this heart in my chest again,
so full of love
I couldn’t contain it inside.

The love you gave poured out,
flowed out of me
like a boundless river.

And now you are my joy,
my song,
my strength.

My heart is yours—
no longer broken,
but whole.
You will never let me go.