THE BROKEN MIRROR
I pick up my pen and let my soul flow into the depths of my heart
Wondering why I even try, as the river seems to tear me apart
Round and round it swirls in my mind like a storm unleashed at last
Into the crevices that live inside of a life that someone trashed
But there is one who can find the pieces that have fallen all round my feet
He can pick them up, one by one, and will touch them so gently and sweet
He’ll hold my hand as He shows me the way back to the fractures and breaks
And He’ll do it with love, not like it was torn, He knows how long it will take
He’ll pick up each piece, a broken mirror’s glass, and place it in the right place
But He does it His way, not mine at all, and He’ll do it at His own pace
Because my heart belongs to Jesus now, He’s invaded my soul and my life
An even when things are painful and hard or I’m living my days in strife
He tells me daily that His way is best, and my timing isn’t His way
I just need to listen to that still, small voice that talks to me every day
And I believe one day on His day, my broken mirror will be whole at last
The shards that cut and the hidden pieces won’t always lay in a mass
He’ll pick up each piece and will love every one letting them know they belong
And the mirror that was shattered so long ago will be whole and one day be strong
By carmurr
© 2011 carmurr
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