we have all been shattered
in ways we can't yet comprehend
and perhaps will not understand
until the day we look into His eyes
the One who collects every shard
to rebuild His beloved creation
torn apart by the ways of man
it is our brokenness
that both sets us apart
and unites us
if we could lay down the burden
the heavy weight of trying to hide
the cracks and bruises
and see them instead
as holy places
waiting to be healed
accepting His mark, scarred
but shining for His glory
Going through the motions doesn't please you,
a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
don’t for a moment escape God’s notice
breathing in the whitespace with Bonnie 
1 comment:
love the words and the photo
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