ARCHEOLOGIST OF MY HEART

He digs and searches—
unearthing long-buried emotions of my heart.

His tools aren't pick or shovel, stone chisel, brush or camera.

Instead it's that still small Voice that melts
and moves upon my inner spirit


showing me things that matter.

And things that don't.


He heals my heart. The past is at peace.

He's fearless in affection, tenderly touches me

so I know He's digging but only for the release

of my heart to His.


Let me be courageous for connection.

To be loved.


For this moment is temporal.


But eternity in His Love is forever.


Dig on, Lord, dig on.