Jagged Pieces -

Broken, like glass that’s fallen, that’s what I am,

into pieces, a thousand fragments, broken by

every shattered dream and every time I fail,

every word of anger, each time hate prevails.

And though glass can cut like nails

still You pick up these jagged pieces

though they wound You with pain and pride.

You soothe them beneath Your fingers

and comfort this broken child.

Turning, I keep on trying to run away

like these pieces, these pieces blown by the winds of shame

every time I hear that who I am is wrong,

Every time I feel that I may not belong,

still You call me with Your song

and You gather these scattered pieces,

ever seeking the ones that hide.

You bring them back together,

remaking this broken child.

Too often I’ve run away, and too often I’ve hid my face;

too seldom, I’ve sought your boundless embrace.

So I’ll offer these broken pieces

each day I’ll bring them where You reside

and rest there, safe in Your presence

forever, Your broken child.

Your broken, beloved child.