Broken

Broken I struggle with the words to say and so they go unspoken. Sometimes I can't find my way there's part of me still broken. I've really come a long long way though I know that you can't see. You look as I am standing here not as I used to be. There were days not long ago when inside my soul was dark. No flame and no desire no ember and no spark. And then I saw right through the clouds the Son began to shine. He saw something more in me I'm His and He is mine. I looked up all the words in red every word that He had spoken. He saw through the darkness. He saw past where I was broken. Like a potter with His clay there were angels He would send. Sending me strength on their wings to help my heart to mend. Thankful for the lessons learned and what He saw in me. Thankful for Gods angels and things still yet to be. Thankful for His promises and words that He has spoken. Thankful He's still using me in spite of being broken. Edwin C Hofert