His royal heart was broken for me,
When He died upon that cross.
His pain, suffering, He overcame.
Yet I grieved for Him, my loss.
But He wanted me to accept His royal heart.
His love saved my soul.
Though undaunted I struggled on,
I was not completely whole.
He never wanted my heart to break,
He wanted it to be free.
I had to learn to depend completely on Him.
I was still depending on me.
I carried the image of a broken Jesus,
Not the one resurrected and sure.
Now that I have opened my heart to Him,
I feel His love so pure.
I am the daughter of a King,
He has a royal heart.
I will praise Him, not weep.
And I have a loyal heart,
I say a prayer and sleep.
Keep me in your care.
Resting in your love,
Sleeping, safely there.