Eclipsed Fears Throw Stars

I'm talking to myself and I'm talking to the tears.
I'm wishing it was you I'm talking to, but you're not here.
I sleep but I don't rest.
My dreams play like nightmares.
and, in all honesty, I'm cursing this in protest.

I can feel and they can see
my hearts' violence affecting me.
We're watching its contusion spreading with my tears
and, yet, it's bravery begins to eclipse my fears.

It's our kiss--the sound of my heart.
It's your words--they echo in my mind.
I know Jesus--He calms storms and throws stars, so
I'll bet He understands a heart like mine.

Love Hurts

Peace is coming.
I see the horizons' edge.
It's almost numbing.
Angry reflections throwing oranges and reds.

I'm fading into quiet, just
waiting to hear the still in silence,
to feel the touch of calm
on my heart from Your Hands' caress.

Touch me where it hurts.
I trust You to.
Even if I cringe at first,
I trust You can heal me so
he can touch me where I hurt.
I trust him, too.
Even when I cringe at first
I'm trusting in You
to let me let him love me, and
to let him hold me when it hurts.