The heartbeat of my soul

Sometimes the heartbeat of my soul catches my attention
So I take a look inside
And so often, I'm saddened by what I see
A panting, wretched thing
Hardly able to stand
Its emotion overwhelms me
I remember the half-chewed bits
Of the Lord Almighty that I'd thrown to it
Like scraps from someone else's table
Words sought out by others
That I let float over me like the wind
I have trouble remembering the last time
I led my soul to the clear stream
Of Living Water
Was it so long ago?
No wonder it pants
Lying there
So pathetic
I have starved it of the One thing that sustains it
I have given it
Pretty
Well-intentioned
Trash
To feed upon
No wonder it feels like it's dying
My own heart cries at the condition I've left it in
Let it live in
So I rush to my Father and ask,
"Please breathe your Breath of Life in it
Again."