Half Full or Half Empty?

My glass has never really been half full. 
Although, I associate with that kind of folk, 
because I'm hopeful. 
But to be honest,
I lack no good thing
and my cup is overflowing.
Even when things look bleak, 
it's because I was looking at the wrong things 
(or with the wrong perspective). 

This morning I read the key to fixing my perspective: 
Fix your thoughts on what is true, 
and honorable, 
and right, 
and pure, 
and lovely, 
and admirable. 
Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.

It goes on to say then the God of peace will be with you.
Who doesn't want that?!

Oh, God.
Let me fix my thoughts
like setting the table
and come sit a while with me.
Let's have a meal
and chat over tea.

There's so much catching up to do.
Tell me everything I've missed
when I wasn't paying attention.

Here's my day,
I've cleared my schedule,
let's spend it together.

Father, Here's my heart

Father, here's my heart,
would you hold it for me?

it's full of people,
thank you for them.
Would you bless them, help them, heal them,
save them,
please Father.

Father, here's my heart,
would you clean it for me?
it's full of stuff,
I guess it probably shouldn't be
sorry about that.
I needed to hold things loosely
and freely give even as you so freely give to me
but I cherished stuff and it's making my heart cluttered
and making me less loving.

Father, here's my heart,
it's full of worry,
I know it shouldn't be.
I know you have a plan for me,
and it's not to harm me,
but to give me hope
and a future.

Father, here's my heart,
it's broken in places,
I guess I cared more about what people thought
and how they felt about me,
more than your thoughts,
and how you feel about me
and I was crushed a little.

I'm giving you my broken, soiled, misshapen,
distorted, and confused heart.

Father forgive me,
cleanse me and heal me.
Consecrate me
and teach me.

I know it's yours anyway.
Thank you for fresh starts,
new chances,
forgiveness
and strength,
to go with fresh vision,
and you Word to guide my path.