All these broken pieces on the ground.
How is it here that I finally feel found?
Exposed and vulnerable, like a bare winter tree,
It's uncomfortable, but right, finally I can see.
I see all my mistakes, a little too clearly,
All the things I've held onto, a little too dearly.
I cringe at the disconnect of who I am and who I want to be,
Relentlessly hoping that You'll build me into the real me.
Feeling stuck on a ladder then never reaches the top,
The temptation rages, I might simply stop.
The covers of my heart, pulled back for all to see,
The ugliness within, only You can bear not to leave.
You see my sin, my shame, and my failings,
But You do not give even a single thought to bailing.
You clothe me in love, grace, and redemption.
My wandering heart, I know you will strengthen.
Oh how I yearn to love others more than myself,
To let go of my ego, and leave it on the shelf.
My heart is tricked into thinking that I follow You,
When all the while I take the path that I want to choose.
I'm letting it go, I'm laying it all down.
All my broken pieces, and all my crowns.
I will let you be the Builder,
And I'll be the pieces,
Always and forever,
Your love never ceases.
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Skies Of Life
PoetryJust as the sky is different each day so are my thoughts. Here's a window to my thoughts. *disclaimer: I don't always understand them.
