Thursday, January 18, 2007

Petrified

This old heart's been left out on my sleeve
And I have paid as it's been rent into pieces
Seems everyone I've loved has taken a bit of my insides
I'm scattered as the woman whose body was torn for the twelve tribes

When did my heart get so petrified?
When did it get so hard to feel?
When did my heart get so afraid to love?
When did it get so hard?

And the easy-living Gnostic proud use their knowledge
Like a wrecking ball to tear me down
Flooding me with their fallacies
I can't walk on this water
I'm starting to drown

When did my heart get so petrified?
When did it get so hard to feel?
When did my heart get so afraid to love?
When did it get so hard?

Strike this rock with your rod, I'll take the blow
Till your living water begins to flow
As it flowed from the man of sorrow's side
On that day when his body was torn for the twelve tribes

When did my heart get so petrified?
When did it get so hard to feel?
When did my heart get so afraid to love?
When did it get so hard?

--Petrified Heart, Caedmon's Call

2 comments:

JAPierce said...

Hang in there girl. God is with you. Even though he is all over the world, he is not stretched too thin. We love you!

Author said...

Mine got that way by being stomped on. Ever see red clay dirt set up like concrete from constant foot traffic? Add some heat and you got yourself some hard stuff.

Same things, heat and pressure.

Jason