holes

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