The World Cries

I am continually reminded of my purpose

Like a mirror being held to my face—I see myself for what I am

It hasn’t been the imperfections that I have seen

Nor have I been shown my shortcomings, or small wrinkles beginning to form

The reflection reveals something deeper—my very heart and soul

Both have changed over time, and with those changes I have been renewed

Through the brokenness of past hurt—sharp pains of loss and deep cries of feeling insignificant

There is a purpose that runs deeper than the external, trials of life, or shadows that cast over me

I see my heart to serve those that have no hope

Those that have lost their voice to seek justice for themselves

Children that are motherless and fatherless—without the security of a hug and authentic love

My heart cries for those that cry themselves to sleep at night

The dirty, poor, lonely, broken, and hopeless

I see their faces when I sleep and I cry out to them, “I love you.”

Their battles will not be won without sacrifice, but I want to give all I can

There will be a price, but because I was bought at a price, I owe it to them

My hands will get dirty and my heart will break

My body will be worn and I may never find rest

But what is hope if it is never shared?

 What good is love if it is never expressed?

I am no saint—only broken for those that don’t know love

I want to live a life worth nothing to this world

They wait for me

And they wait for you.