Broken to be Built

I don't think there are words to describe
this kind of pain
or this kind of beauty
of your kind of mercy

I don't know what to do with myself
but I do know
feeling the morning dew on my toes
and the wind across my face
and the sun upon my back
while the children and fauna play
makes me feel
alive

I wish I could befriend pain
because it always produces
something in me 
that is good
something of
beauty and grace
and life

what do my tears feel like to you?
do they feel like the morning dew
or do they sink deep
into the compassionate heart of God?

cause me to know
and love
who You are

thank you for putting me in a place
where I feel like a babe
helpless in every way
I don't know what I want 
and sure as hell
don't know what I need

thank you for showing me
you are the only one
upholding me

thank you that my wordless groans
have become your own

I see Your blood upon each red bird
I see your love in the way they 
flap their wings
how they let themselves be seen
by those with eyes to notice