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
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