Broken Pieces

Broken pieces – shattered and scattered

What shall be of the treasure you held therein? –

All spilt and wasted

If there be worth, it weighs nothing no more

If there be beauty, it appeals to the eyes no more

Yet this brokenness – I heard – is what draws the Saviour near

Thus,

Broken, here, I lay

Scattered, left to decay

And with all might left within and trembling lips, I call Thee by name:

“Lay a touch on me today

For I am thy lowly work in progress

And when thy work is done,

Oh, with all of me such glee there’ll be in glory!

Mend these pieces into thy esteemed masterpiece

For I dare say, Oh, Abba, that is your speciality

Put a price tag on that which man declares ‘worthless ’

Make me as you see, make me as you are

For in your sight,

I am merely not a pack of broken cards

But a complete vessel mapped with arrays of greatness and royalty

Surely, in your eyes, you see nothing but

A perfect, whole vessel of broken pallets…”

[Psalms 31: 12; 2 Tim. 2:20-21]