Here I am.
Broken.
My pieces too numerous to count.
The skill to put everything back together is beyond me.
Beyond anyone.
Except You.
Who but the guiltless deserve Your affections?
But even this thought is a broken fragment of myself.
Which You skillfully weave back.
Broken.
Yet made whole again.
Why do we break?
So that we can be made whole again.
The pieces are still there: they glitter with tears.
But the tears fuse them together.
Holds them together.
Like You do.
I’m broken.
But I don’t care.
Not anymore.
Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?
(Matthew 6:27 NLT)
No comments:
Post a Comment