Healed And Whole.
One day I dug a little hole,
And put my hurt inside,
I thought I could forget it,
And put it there to hide.
But then that hurt began to grow,
And I covered it up each day,
I couldn't leave it and just go on,
It was the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad,
Pain was all I knew,
My wounded pride enveloped me,
Living was too hard to do.
One day I stood beside the hole,
And cried to God above,
"Are you really, really there,
Are you a God of Love?"
And in a flash, my God was there,
His arms so tight around me,
Tears, they flowed from a hurting child,
It was the safest place to be.
I dug down deep into the hole,
Brushed all the dirt away,
I placed the hurt in the Master's hand,
And healing came that day.
I told Him all about my hurt,
I opened up my heart,
He listened to every single word,
And to every sordid part.
He took the blackness of my soul,
And set my spirit free,
Then something great began to grow,
Where that hurt had used to be.
And when I look at what has grown,
Out of all the tears and pain,
Each day I give my hurts to God,
Instead of burying them again.
Original Author Unknown. Adaptation: © 2003 David West.
