The heart that won’t pretend may mend, but when will mourning end?
Everybody in the world needs a good friend.
If we want to heal, we must be real and learn to feel.
But when others cry or laugh, what message does it send?
The heart that won’t pretend may mend. Have you a hand to lend?
For reality bites, though it does produce insights,
And through pain we may be set free,
Even though we fear it may last an eternity.
A flood of emotions pours into the sea
Of this broken earth in all gravity.
Some chase after strife to give them life,
But such running ends in bitterness, distress.
“By Jesus’ stripes we are healed”
Is not a platitude or simple attitude.
Our griefs He bore, so let us not ignore.
Life in His blood has power to heal,
The question is: Can you feel?
Seeds of faith that fall on rocks
Bear no fruit in the end.
For the heart that does not pretend
Eventually may mend.
But woe to the one who rejects a true friend.