Pick Up the Pieces
I was shattered and torn, battered and worn;
And God picked up the pieces.
I was distressed and in a mess, But God called me blessed;
And then He picked the pieces.
Pieces of me were left in many relationships;
When the other person and I began to fuss and trip.
Because from my FAITH I started to slip.
And God picked up the pieces.
As a lump of clay on a potter's wheel,
My soul began to rock and reel.
Yet God reached down in His love so divine,
And told me things that blew my mind.
He made my crooked places straight,
The HIM....I learned to appreciate.
For He narrowed my wide and lonely road,
And helped me to carry my heavy load.
God picked up the pieces.
He healed me from sickness and disease,
And put all of my heavy burdens at ease.
I thanked the Father for how He set me free.
From all the things that were troubling me.
And I thanked Him for coming to pick up the pieces!
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