chapter 3.0: b r o k e n

I see pieces of my life strewn over

The fall was hard

The pain is great

Soul regain looks impossible

I see the pieces strewn over

I hold a piece in my hand

I feel the edges

Where did this fit before this?

Pieces are puzzles

I will never find what fits where

Just too many pieces

Broken

The pain is too great

I lash at those trying to pick up a piece

MINE!

Stay away!

Flashing my fangs

Growling deep within

Pleasure came up to me

She sold me some glue

Fix it

It works

You won’t feel the pain anymore

But the pieces wouldn’t hold

In a blink

It all came apart

Time

Over time the pieces lay strewn

But over time the pieces shift

Fitting itself back together

An invisible hand

Picks up one by one

And like a jigsaw

Puts it back together

There were no more seams

Every piece fit

So trace of brokenness

This jar of clay is whole

Beauty of heavenly glory

Adorns this jar no longer tainted

The potter is also the painter

This jar has color once again

Has life again

This life feels secure

No need for her glue

No need for defense
You melt my defense with Your touch

The potter knows best

Brokenness is part of His work

Brokenness makes me stronger