Godly Sorrow

I have a pocket in my heart
where I tuck sorrow,
worthless tin treasure
too weighty to discard.

I try to shift,
to turn toward mercy,
but rough-cut edges
sting and slash me through.

I need someone to sit with me
and count the debt,
to pocket it within
His own great heart.

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