A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee
When God seized my heart,
the world did not shatter.
I did.
Not into ruin,
but into surrender.
Every throne I built within myself
fell silent at His touch.
The names I gave myself,
the fears I called wisdom,
the wounds I called home—
He took them.
And where they had lived,
He placed a holy fire.
Now even my longing belongs to Him.
For once God seizes a heart,
it never again mistakes
its chains for freedom.
When God seizes a heart, He does not negotiate — He claims. The poem on your screen names it plainly: the world doesn’t have to collapse for you to. His touch dismantles the false thrones, the self‑made identities, the fears you baptized as wisdom. That holy fire He places is not decorative; it is directional. It burns away every lie that ever convinced you bondage was freedom.
This is the mercy of the King: He does not ask for a portion of you. He takes the whole heart and gives it back remade. Today, let Him finish what He started. Let surrender become the shape of your strength.
Amen!
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