Rend

Give my fingers bones
Give my nails bite
Give my tendons grip

Make my knuckles hard
Make my wrists sure
Make my blood rush

Give me strength to tear 
The heart from my chest,
Rend it,
And toss its gore

At the feet 
Of the Lover of My Soul
He will replace it
With His own

Written sometime between 2014-2019. I probably wrote it during a sermon.

faith, freestyle, non-rhyming, very short