Heidi Viars

“Who do you think you are?”

“You can’t hide that ugly scar?”

“Your sin is too great! You’re too far,

From your Father’s heart.”

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Those lies are loud. Those voices clear.

They draw my selfish heart and steer

Toward hurt and shame and never near

My Father’s heart.

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In the depth a still, small voice

Whispers of love and sacrifice

It speaks of me, a treasured prize

Of my Father’s heart.

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He says that though I am weak and worn,

Despite the tears and heart that’s torn,

My only hope, God’s son was born,

Out of my Father’s heart.

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You see, my Father’s heart is great.

So large, it holds the world He made.

Let’s go to Him, not be afraid

Of our Father’s heart.

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Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

Jesus (Mathew 11:29)

(This poem came from wrestling with the enemy. Often I get distracted by condemning voices and forget the calling on my life. I need constant reminders of His love for me and God’s leading in my life. I must resist the lies and stand firm in Christ. He has won the battles already.)