(Sometimes people worry when I post things that sound as if I’m hurting.  And sometimes I am.  This time it is just another bout of self doubt and feeling a bit “less than” for the job.  Often happens after carrying other’s burdens or right before God is about to move in a brand new way.  Either way, my occasional wet sleeves keep me on my knees, which is exactly where I need to be.  So these are very humble, necessary tears.)

Heart on my sleeve

Is how it’s always been

And the sleeve that bares my heart

Wipes my tears again

Dabs at my eyes and wipes my nose

Damp and worn from frequent use

The sleeve that shows a heart who cries

From pain and sin’s abuse

Some days I roll my sleeves up

Strong until the end

Other days my sleeves fall down

And make me weep again.

But whether they are up or down

Of this I have no doubt

That You’ve got something up Your sleeve

And You’re about to bring it out

When my sleeves are wringing wet

And every thread worn through

You offer me your sleeve, Your heart

For all You’re going to do

So, Jesus, here’s the heart that’s on my sleeve

Please take it from these arms now lifted high

And put that very heart upon Your sleeve

Because I know it’s truly Yours, not mine.