My heart is evil;
Quick to hold onto the tangible…
That which manifests itself in physical form.
My heart is evil;
Quick to forget that what moves me…
Is unseen.
My heart quickly forgets that the One who streaks the night sky with stars,
Is too mighty to appear according to my whimsical wishes.
My heart forgets that He uses the physical to mold me,
And not be my cornerstone.
Moldings for seasons…
Moldings for lifetimes…
Not cornerstones.
My. Heart. Forgets. That. My. Only. Cornerstone. Is. None. But. Jesus.
Not you, not him, not her, not them, not us.
Just. Jesus.
