Messy muscle

What ache must I carry
within this chest of flesh
concealed by the beating and pounding
of this muscle thats a mess

Let pain be a knife
surgically removing stone and fear
from a vessel of dust and breathe
so a fountain may flow from this well

I have chosen a choice
that was given for me to chose
if I had already chosen
then I wouldn't be able to chose

I confess that I commit
I repent from what I withheld
the discouragement that I felt
my commitment is my choice to chose

I chose
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost
Your Kingdom first
my life reversed

My messy flesh
my muscle stressed
my heart murmurs
for the love it knew

Now swing wide open
gate of my heart
receive the fountain flowing
be a well of love