Glass Heart

A Poem By Sadie Wilson // 10/15/2014

Glass Heart

I had a little glass heart a boy once asked to see.
He dropped and cracked it and gave it back to me.
Then came another boy the heart he tried to mend,
But when he gave it back it was broken once again.
More boys came and more boys went with each my heart did break.
My heart became a small ball of glass and hurt and hate,
And things began to stick to it like trash and muck and dirt.
Then I met the one named Jesus who said this he’d cure.
If I’d just give my heart to him he would make it pure.
I was afraid that once again the little heart would break.
But I held it out to him and gently he did take,
And with scared hands began to mold
Away the sorrows all untold,
And gave me back a heart of gold.


I like it. : ) Welcome to

I like it. : ) Welcome to Apricot Pie!

Hannah D. | Tue, 11/04/2014

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

Very beautiful! I love the

Very beautiful! I love the story it tells.
Welcome to Apricot Pie!
God bless you!

Damaris Ann | Thu, 11/06/2014

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

I really liked that! Great

I really liked that! Great message.
Welcome to Apricot Pie, by the way! :)

Aredhel Írissë | Tue, 12/30/2014

I remembered reading this an

I remembered reading this an age ago and came back to find I hadn't commented! Sorry!
Welcome to Apricotpie!
I really love the message of the poem, and the word choice you used. I hope to see some of your more recent work!

Maddi | Wed, 01/21/2015

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh


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