My Heart Grows Heavy (I’m Dipping In)

My Heart Grows Heavy (I'm Dipping In)
by Michael Doyle

My heart grows heavy in the sadness
As I look at this world of madness
And know that love is the needed legacy
As it should be walked as its meant to be

No Matter what the haters say
This is the path that I pray
With the words of the Father on my heart
Imprinted as they have been from the start

Palm Sunday and I'm dipping in
As deep as I can to fight against sin
Our DNA is shown in our giving
Pushed on with hop in our Father's forgiving

Sometimes you have to look back to go forward
That is if you want to keep pushing toward
The "Therefore" in Romans one through seven
We trace the foot prints to find Heaven

All the way back to the garden of good
Eden showed God's will to be understood
Until that is man's feeble will was spoken
And suddenly God's will was broken

From this, were the whispers of the hurting
That put on mankind our harshest burdens
Death and resurrection pointed the way
In our lack of shame, we've learned to pray

Personal theology is often love without condition
God's love is the reason behind our explanations
The truth of the glory is there is no shame
Look around you and know that there is not blame

Radical love is found in the Jesus way
As we mind our words in all we do and say
All of the world isn't a set of rules, but relationship
Practicing love is the truest pattern of worship

The world surrounds us with many choices
As we search for and find our Christian voices
Putting aside the flesh, we put on the spirit
Living Christ's holy way as best that we might hear it

Peace of the spirt is the pace that walks us through
These days of life, our flesh wants us to do as we must do
And instead of our false ways, put on God's holy ways
Until at last, our gifts bring us to our better days

We walk now as God's children and as His family
Heirs as we are to the the solid days of glory
This the deepest meaning passing as our story
Especially, when we do our utmost to live in fidelity

We prepare our hearts in this passing holy week
Listening close as the paster humbly speaks
It all comes down to faith and being nice
In living our lives this translates as the best advice

It's there in the priestly message without hesitation
Listening close we find our life's truest direction
For His is the Kingdom and with it all of the glory
This then is the crux of our Easter story...

(c) April 13, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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