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Master of My Heart, Save Me

Writer's picture: Samantha Van MarterSamantha Van Marter

Head pounding, I'm drowning,

in my own despair

Once lost now I am found

Who can I compare?

To the reason my heart beats

and my song becomes joyous,

To the One King

to whom I can lean

On for my healing

I can't beat this feeling

but sometimes my shame weighs

So heavy on my chest that

I can't remember to breathe

Your name

even though You say

Call out

I feel dirty and worthless but

that's not what You said I am

When you knit me in my

mother's womb

Please save me from this tomb

I put myself in, to listen to

the enemy's lies

My eyes are fixated on the dark

corner in my room but You gave me a mark

of light and love so bright

that You call me to fight with You by my side

Like a lion in the night you storm into

my grave

Arms outstretched, gently saying my name

Beloved

You call me from the darkness, clearing my mind

despite breaking Your heart and pushing

away

away into the chains of the enemy

but the chains are not why you knit me

In my mother's womb

You saved me and continue to

Save me

Save me from my demise

I am perfect in Your eyes

washed clean by Your pure blood

spilling, dripping down Your body

for me to call out to You

oh Abba, Father

I am sorry

Let me run into Your arms, King of Kings

Lay me down in green pastures

Oh Master of my heart please

wash me in the river with Your loving hands

Made to embrace even the dirtiest of souls

my Father in Heaven

You have saved me time

and time again

And I will never understand why, beyond

the simple reason that you love me

more than the flowers that clothe the fields

more than the universe that yawned

Open at one breath from You

and rejoiced in its Creator's brilliance

The most talented artist says that I am

Wonderfully and perfectly made

my heart is dismayed

at the reckless love you have for me

Yet rejoicing at the sound of my name

on Your lips

like a blessing, not a curse

despite the tar staining my sin

but again You make me white as snow

for that I should go

right into Your arms where You

hold me and call my name

Beloved

and I am home with my kin

the enemies lies defenseless against

Your truth

timeless and constant

Your love and Word

envelopes me

and my soul thirsts for You

in a dry and weary land

where there is no water

You are my Abba, Father

and I ask that you remind me of

Your name time and time again

when I seem to forget, but I hope I

never do forget Your name

Your name

Is like the sun breaking the dark

and coming in roaring winds and

Gentle whispers

Calling me out and breaking my chains

to rejoice and persevere with You

because that is why you knit me together

in my mother's womb

I love You

Abba, Father

King of Kings

Lion

Master of my Heart

I love You.


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