A heart condition

What would you change?

What would I change.. I, Myself.. seek to know.. What would I change? As the question sits heavy on my heart I ponder to know the very.. thing.. myself what would I change?

As I.. reach 2014, I have pondered the very thing that has been a heavy weight.. waiting on my heart..its time to change.. 

My faith.. it seems as if there are many faiths here in this world today, but there has been a faith like non other knocking at a heart that is desperate.. for.. change

As it says, not to let you change you, but me inside of you, child, that molds the very heart of yours into.. the purpose I have created it to be.. the potter molding the clay.. its the sence of color that brings about the structure..I am the potter, you are the clay. I will mold you into the very change you search out, each and every day..

As I ponder these words I sit and say, do I really believe there is a day this change inside of me will arise and be? Be as if I knew no more of what was before? Leaving the things of the broken and chipped substance that I thought held my heart together but really didnt. the bandaids that held the heart together.. earnestly as times of tears, the wrappings would began to unraval and reveal.. and I would try and fix these things with other things, only wrapping up a hurt wound that I MYSELF couldnt ever get rid of, since I had to wrap it up after each and every reoccurring cut.

The change.. to be the one that scratches at the door, desperately trying to figure out a way to get in.. when it was only a knock away and didnt understand that notion. What is this change I eagerly seek to face? Its the things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen.. The faith.. This is the poetry of a young girl seeking to see change inside of her own being.. so this is her prayer.

I desire to see the fire, the truth, to earnestly burn inside of me.. The flame from the inside out, let a flame come and be exposed thru out.. what they see, they really dont know. light a flame in me.. ohh Lord only you can do these things.. as we cry out for whats inside burning, passionately.. for you.. let a flame come out and be expressive.. Not casually but consume all of me thru everything you have put in me. Light the fire ohh Lord so I can see.. Clearly the reason.. You died for me..