Your Golden Heart

August 23, 2012
By HopeIsWhatWeCrave GOLD, Rowlett, Texas
HopeIsWhatWeCrave GOLD, Rowlett, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
[Frodo] How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold.

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[Pippin] I didn't think it would end this way.
[Gandalf] End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it.
[Pippin] What? Gandalf?... See what?
[Gandalf] White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
[Pippin] Well, that isn't so bad.
[Gandalf] No... No it isn't.

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[Frodo] I can't do this Sam.
[Sam] I know. By rights we shouldn't even be here, but we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end by happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even the darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. The folk in those stories had plenty of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something.
[Frodo] What were they holding onto, Sam?
[Sam] That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for


Your golden heart is broken
Shattered on the ground
Broken by the many things
That tend to come around
A feeling you're unloved
The death of one you love
Your whole life crashes down
The sky falls from above

Your golden heart is broken
Shattered on the ground
Broken by the many things
That tend to come around
Until the Savior reaches out
And scoops up your Broken heart
The pieces shattered on the ground
And scattered all about

The Savior holds your golden heart
In the palm of His hand
Broken to a million pieces
That no one else can mend
Smashed beyond recognition
They who know it are few
And yet with the blink of His eyes
Your heart again is new


The author's comments:
This poem is about how, when our hearts get broken, only Jesus can mend them again.

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