the threads of my heart,
unravelled by lust,
follow the needles
that they've grown to trust.

desires entangle;
destruction still weaves.
the needles work quickly
to bind and deceive.

three needles secure Him.
still bound by the string,
i fashion a crown
of barbed wire for my King.

allow me, dear Father,
to enter Your rest.
the threads of my heart
long for Your holiness.