Away from God
And all that is pure and good and right
The colder our heart becomes
But it’s never too late
To turn around and walk
Or even run
The other direction
To be welcomed
With arms wide open
Into the loving warmth
That patiently waits
Love that chisels away
At a heart of stone
Carving it into
What it was meant to be
It is my prayer
For stone cold hearts
Projecting pain
Onto those who try to love them
To turn and walk
No… run
Into those waiting arms
Of love
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