I hear the whispers in the dark--
So what, you wanna bruise this heart?
I take it off and cast it high;
The force will stick it to the sky.
I'm done with all unfeeling games,
Naming answers and calling names.
It's time to take it as it is--
The heart's not meant to deal with this.
Spitting words, impassioned pleas
That ride the solid, starlit seas
Are what your crying shame appears,
That only my heart seems to hear.
Why is this? I wish I knew.
I don't know how to deal with you,
Because my hands do not suffice.
My methods never are too nice.
Much as I love, it's getting old
When one turns from hot to cold
Because the limit has been reached,
Captives taken, walls all breached,
There's no time left to end the game.
I'm calling, therefore, on His name.
He holds the keys, the rules, the power;
Welcome to my final hour.
I retire, you turn your eyes
From my insufficient tries.
I turn from this-- it's His today.
I take my heart and walk away.
postscript
Sometimes we gotta realize we are not expected to help everyone. Love everyone, yes, but when it comes to potentially bruising our hearts, sometimes God wants us to lay it down, and leave it in His hands. God will take care of it. He will use us in someone's life if we are willing. But don't forget, He protects us too. Surrender the burden.