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you know how it is

when you feel like you've left part of yourself

somewhere?

in a place that you loved

with people you loved

or someone you loved?

I've had a little of that going on

and it hurts, the tearing away when you leave

again and again

why, Lord?  I cried

I feel so empty

losing bits of myself

will there be anything left?

but a gentle smile in reply

my scarred Savior opened my eyes a little

to see

where I thought I was empty

so many little pieces

of other people's hearts

that they left with me

so much richer, this kind of fullness

and those pieces of my heart

though I thought it was dying

like seeds they grow

planted in other lives 

and He says this is the way

He means us to live

to love

to trust

isn't it beautiful?