High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Heart of My Own Heart
The third line of this most loved hymn of mine rarely fails to bring tears to my eyes. It captures my deepest prayer “from my youth up.” I remember singing it as a teenager, during a moment when I was facing the biggest disappointment of my young life. I had just learned that the book I’d poured my heart into hadn’t won the contest I’d entered it in. I’d been so starry-eyed, so hopeful it would win. And I realized then, how disappointing life could be. I looked toward the future as I sang, praying God would give me the strength to stick with Him “whatever befalls.”
Plenty of “whatevers” have happened since then. There have been moments of joy, moments that outweigh the difficulties. How thankful I am for those moments. But like anyone else, I have also experienced times of sorrow, losses that make that long-ago disappointment over a contest seem a bit less traumatic. Through it all, that same prayer has been there for me. Be the heart of my own heart, God. No separation. Every beat together. You and me, for the rest of my life.
Whatever you’re going through, Friend, I encourage you to pray that prayer, too. Ask Him to be the “heart of your own heart.” If you sincerely mean it, you will find peace and strength that will see you through.