06 March 2013

Something beautiful

I have felt like broken glass
sharp, cold
shards and splinters
able to cut deep
needing to watch that my words
build instead of break
myself and those around me
I am broken glass
sharp, cold, scattered
useless to shape any good thing
and yet
and yet
there is a hand that crafts
with unimaginable skill
fragment by slivered fragment
something of use
and beauty
that He chooses to call His own

singing an old song today:

Something beautiful, something good
All my confusion He understood
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife
But he made something beautiful of my life

walking with Emily and the redeemed


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Nancy Sturm said...

Beautiful reminder of the ways God makes beauty out of ashes. Thanks!

Kelli Woodford said...

what an unbelievable paint to go with this, friend. i see it right there on the canvas -- your every word.

those shards? fragments? they slice here, too. thank you for turning your eyes to Him. your honest heart, messy though it may be, is what He wants more than perfection. something beautiful, indeed.

Nancy said...

While reading this, I was reminded of a story Ann Voskamp told about a white horse coming into a town, and the townspeople asking, "Is it good?" "Is it bad?"

And, as with the shards of glass, the answer is, it could be both. But I love the way you pieced together (no pun intended) what God can make from our jagged broken shards.

Elizabeth@ wynnegraceappears said...

Your poetry sings a sweet sweet song of redemption, beautiful one. May you feel the love rain down from heaven today, making smooth the rough.

Emily Wierenga said...

i have felt this way too lately friend. perhaps we could pray for each other? love you.

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