Trumps

 Lord

You’re opening up

Pandora’s box

Mine

It’s petrifying

But coming undone

Is the best medicine

For this heart

I don’t want

You to see

Vulnerability

But God

Is demanding

That I shed

The shield

The coping mechanism

That is now

Becoming the albatross

Inhibiting my ability

To fully serve

The kingdom

Of kindness

This kingdom

Does not serve 

Kings and queens

But ordinary sorts

Royally elevated

In a new capacity

Jesus

The Godhead

Show me

Who reigns

When my desire

Trumps

Sanity