same verse

I wake up in the morning, gingerly picking up my phone.
It is evident that nobody needs me.

My heart falls slightly but I pick it up.
My life disordered but now I know.

I've officially entered the real test
For whom will I change for?
For whom will I cling onto the lessons of the trip?

2 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various [c]trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces [d]endurance. 4 And let [e]endurance have its perfect [f]result, so that you may be [g]perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

James 1:2-4. 

I pick up this fallen heart.

I whisper these verses tenderly to it. 

I estimate I'll have to strangle and shout at it someday.