Gathering the Broken Pieces
Like those bones in the valley
My life was scattered all over
Each person that came in my life
cut a little piece of me and left with it
Each cut piece left a deep wound
And i was left in a pool of blood
Rotting in my own world
Dieing between thumbs like a tick
Then he came
Found me in tatters of shame
Like garbage on the street
Piece after piece he picked me up
The Lord Jesus
gathered me together
a pillar of rejected junk
He looked at my shy eyes and smiled
That day his love started to heal me
wound after wound
pain after pain
And all the shame was gone
Then he brought you
To deal with this trauma
He knew a mom was the best
He brought you to shine hope to a dark soul
God knew its you that would touch
The scars and never create wounds again
He wanted me to know that with Him all things are possible
So he brought you mom
Your love is pure
I have been drawn more to Christ
And i know now
He has gathered all my scattered pieces
Dedicated to Cinda Carter
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