I don’t think there’s words to describe
this kind of pain,
or this kind of beauty,
or 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 creatures are playing
makes me feel
I wish I could befriend pain
because it always produces something in me
that is good.
Something of beauty and grace,
I didn’t feel like I had to share
every encounter I have with You.
I wish I was content
just to be alone with You.
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
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 I sure as hell
(or heaven I suppose)
don’t know what I need.
Thank You for showing me
You are the only One,
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–
One thought on “Broken to be Built”
Your poems are very deep and from your heart. I am a Woman who knows your pains. I have been there. I found my way out of my darkness these last few months. The Father is always with us.
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