The Cold Dead Heart
He clenched his fist.
He shook it at the sky.
He let out a horrifying cry.
His face turned ashen grey.
He turned and walked away.
His heart was cold and dead inside.
He ran from Love.
Seeking to find happiness.
All he found was death and nothing less.
A stone cold heart was all he had inside.
When he ran from Love, he died.
When would he ever come alive?
Love reached out his scar-pierced hand.
Pierced for the cold dead hearts.
This is where redemption starts.
Love took hold of the heart of man.
Love held on even though he ran.
Love breathed life into the dead.
His heart came alive!
Softened, broken, healed inside!
Forever freed, loved, loosed, untied!
His heart of stone made flesh.
His heart was new and fresh.
Grace and Love alone can save the wretch.
He looked into the sky.
A smile now is on his face.
But only because of Love and Grace.
He now has happiness that's true.
Because his heart has been made new.
His cold dead heart is now alive in Christ!