I am a hoarder in my heart
Of all the nasty things, and stupid things
Ideas that draw us apart.
At work, at play, at rest
I keep it all in; nothing strays outside
To endanger my pride as I hide inside.
I am a hoarder in my heart
Building up prejudice long before
It came to be trendy.
I would never spend a penny
I bat away all the balls bowled
Nothing hallowed.
I am a hoarder in my heart
Of all I wanted to say but never did.
A lack of confidence to confess or make redress.
Leaving me in deep dismay
About what I could do
Short of being in You Lord.
I am a hoarder in my heart
Neglect built up to the ceiling
Ignorance blocking the doors
No one can enter anymore.
Unless God explores
Jesus comes through all our walls and doors.
Hugh K Henderson <><