But My Heart, Not My Garments

I hear your call before the day is done, 

While breath remains and time still softly flows. 

I lay aside the armor I have spun, 

And bring the hidden weight that no one knows.

Too long I tore my garments in my grief, 

A surface show where shallow sorrows start; 

Now strip away the pride and false relief— 

I come to you and rend my very heart.

With empty hands, with fasting and with tears, 

I turn away from every wandering road. 

You welcome back the wasted, distant years, 

And lift the burden of my heavy load.

For you are mercy, boundless, deep, and true, 

Compassion anchored stronger than my fall— 

I leave behind the shadow I once knew, 

And give my heart completely to your call.

Inspired by Joel 2:12–13

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