pieces

I’m worn out and beat up,

By things I can’t see.

Things that live,

On the inside of me.

They follow me everywhere,

They won’t take their leave.

I force them out,

As far as my sleeve.

These things are ugly,

But most will never see.

These things that torture,

The inside of me.

Lord, come get them out,

Please take them from me.

I can’t do it myself,

Oh please set me free.

I’m in need of your mercy,

In need of your grace.

Come patch all my holes,

And bind all my scrapes.

Heal all these things,

That take over my heart.

Mend all the pieces,

That have broken apart.