I carry my heart of crystal in my hands
That has been carelessly stolen by
My most trusted friend
Smashed into ten million pieces
When I pick it up
Ask the maker of it
To fix the brokenness
He is only able to glue together
One or two pieces before the carelessness of others
Ensnare me only to let me expose my crystal pieces
So they can strike them from my hands once more
Every time I pick up the pieces of crystal
My hands are cut and bleed
To hold a broken heart made of crystal
In delicate hands of bleeding flesh
Who can survive this?
Every time my crystal pieces are forced from my hands
And break on the ground
The pieces are smaller
And I have nothing to give to the maker of my heart
Now my crystal heart is only dust
Of shimmering specks that randomly catch the light
Even though it was once gloriously made
Dust...
it is nothing very special to see
I look at my dust
I still can remember what it was before
Lament for my precious crystal heart
Pray for it to be restored to me again
My hands that carry my dust are so raw
The dust infects the wounds that will not heal
The hands that I had used to care for the ones I love
Now only hurt me and the others I touch
I suppose that it would be easier
To wash way the shimmering dust
So that my hands will heal
So I will not have anything left for my adversaries to mistreat
But I will not have my beautiful heart made of crystal
That I treasured so much
I will have nothing to give the lover of my soul when he wears me
Is heartlessness worse than broken heartedness?
I cannot say
I have found so many people that are heartless
Those with broken hearts that they painfully carry
Not one is better than the other
My prayer now is not for restoration of my crystal heart
But for the maker of it to take it from me completely
He will bandage my hands with care
Take the dust back into the fire
To make something new
As I rest my weariness next to the safety of his side
I do not know if I will have the beautiful heart of crystal again
I know that it will never be the same as before
I trust my maker to give me a good thing
His power and strength will never be less than my adversaries
His love of justice
Jealously of his creation
Causes him to rise up in anger
Strike down my enemies as I rest As I rest
I am eager for my heart to be restored
I will have a place for the lover of my soul delight himself within
My one desire
Is to delight myself in the glory of my maker and lover of my soul
I will not be a captive in his house
I am his bride and he is my bride groom
His strength will be my strength
His love will be my love
His heart will be my heart to give to me
As the maker of my own heart has
God keeps my beautiful crystal heart that he has remade
Gave me His to carry
I am not heartless anymore
My adversaries will try to break my Father's heart and fail
His strength of heart is greater than their own
He suffered for me
I am stronger than before because of his love for me
His heart that I carry
Is made of diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires
The beauty of his heart
Far better than the splendor of my own
He will not let anyone diminish my fragile heart of crystal
It is worth the same amount to him as his own heart
His heart broke for me
He gave it to me on the cross a long time ago
Before I was born
But he knew me then
Loved me as his own flesh
Died to save me from ruination and despair
I have never deserved such a love
but I desire him as he desires me
Find me again, my love
delight yourself within me again
I will never stop desiring you my Lord and savior
I am eternally yours to delight yourself in
My ecstasy is found in pleasing the lover of my soul
Your compassion for my broken heart
More than anyone else since you understand the pain of losing
Your son that you loved so much
You understand my deepest sorrows
Have the power to heal what would not heal before
Please give me wisdom and strength
From your own that I may walk in a cruel world
Not living in despair of it
longwinding painful stuff Every time my crystal pieces are forced from my hands And break on the ground The pieces are smaller And I have nothing to give to the maker of my heart nice tc
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is heartlessness worse than broken heartedness? .... beautiful story of love longing is yet lost, , ingeniously wrought over rune of ruination yet too poignant, thanks for sharing