I’m not a big fan of poetry in general. In fact, I’m so much not a fan that when I read a book in which the author quotes some poetry, I’m most often apt to actually skip over it because of how much it feels to me a complete waste of my time to figure it out.
But every once in a while, someone actually says something deep and heartfelt in verse, that speaks words I want to say. Such is the case of the old worship hymn, “Come Thou Fount,” and this verse of it, that says things we usually wouldn’t dare share about ourselves, and yet they are all too true:
“Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be;
Let Your goodness, like a fetter, bind my wand’ring heart to Thee;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it;
Seal it for Your courts above.”