A New Heart–Literally

A wonderful friend of mine is celebrating this week–celebrating the ten year anniversary of her wee daughter’s heart transplant at the age of 10 months!  Her story is powerful and beautiful, a cause for true rejoicing. But underlying is the grief of knowing that some other parent said “goodby” to their tiny child and gave up his organs so that another might live.  This is so often true with the joy and pain in life. Some kind of rhythm exists between the two that I cannot pretend to explain. To do so trivializes both the sorrow and the joy. What I do know is this:  God is powerful and in control in both the sorrow and the joy. God descends into the deepest valleys with us, and He soars upon the mountain tops as well. As a tribute to His sovereignty and His grace I wrote this poem for Lizzie.

A New Heart

The staccato beat means life and breath.
But atrophied muscle,
Leads only to death.

Yet God in His mercy, creates anew.
And old things broken,
Are replaced within you.

Life for life but it’s not your call.
For one to live,
The other must fall.

Helpless and tiny, unable to see,
The grace of a Father,
Who is setting you free.

Unable to fathom the powerful cost.
To understand or grasp,
The wretched loss.

Out of the ashes of grief comes great joy.
The gift of a heart,
From a God-fearing boy.

Who flew off to heaven too soon it seemed,
But left behind him
A gift highly esteemed.

And year after year, within your chest pounds,
The heart God gave you,
On the second time round.


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