By Posted in - writing on September 19th, 2013 8 Comments


there was an emptiness inside of me
that hungered for sweet relief
it called like a chasm, it burned like a fire
from loneliness, heartache, and grief


i tried to feed it the world and its lies
its theories, quick-fixes, and sin
but that only fed the unrelenting flames
and I’d find myself empty again


I stitched life together with fear-colored thread
trying to mend my own pain
I’d stand back and admire my own handiwork
just until the wound opened the same


then I heard someone say that You made me this way
that Your Word is to be food for my soul
that this was Your Plan to bring me back again
with these beautiful God-shaped holes


so feed me My Father. fill in these holes
and push out the world when you do
My Father, My Maker, oh Seamstress of Souls
all that can heal me is you


smooth out the scars but leave just a trace
so I can remember in awe
all that’s been healed by your mercy and grace
and in wholeness, now answer your call





  • Bertina Schreiber - Reply

    September 19, 2013 at 7:43 am

    Beautiful…..and I think anyone can relate to this!

  • Lynda Acuna - Reply

    September 19, 2013 at 8:00 am

    Oh, Christine! What an absolutely beautiful, amazing, well-written poem! 🙂
    This is sooooo fantastic! YAY! for a job well done!

  • Dana - Reply

    September 19, 2013 at 8:04 am


  • Becky Burke - Reply

    September 19, 2013 at 12:39 pm


  • Linnea Falk - Reply

    September 19, 2013 at 8:05 pm


  • cheryl martin - Reply

    September 20, 2013 at 11:39 am

    such sweet truth, written with heavenly talent….

  • Jessy J - Reply

    September 20, 2013 at 2:20 pm

    Just perfect!! Calmed my heart! You are an inspiration sweet lady!

  • Teresa - Reply

    September 22, 2013 at 4:40 pm

    Such a beautiful poem from a beautiful person (inside and out) Love you sweet daughter-in-law!

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