My Aching Heart
Lord reach in and massage my aching heart is where I’ll start. Mend and re-new all the broken parts. Fix the organs so that pain and sorrow can’t dwell there again which causes my soul to get hot. Reach in and put up a shield that will never allow the enemy to puncture it with their sharp dart. Lord allow every hurtful thing to know that you are the author and the finisher and that you are the gaurd of this ole heart.