Broken Heart
Jeremiah 18 : 4
I spent all morning in the Kitchen
Like broken vessels with a broken heart,
Those that cannot be used
Those that cannot be thrown
Was I there - simply torn..
I was one, yet in pieces..
And did the the Lord break me
Even more? Wondered I...
God is merciful, I remembered
God is gracious, I rejoiced.
For as a potter who would fill
Cracks with gold,
So did he bound the broken pieces
With love and care, inseparable and fragrant.
Thus making the mud a gold one
Just like the one that Mary broke.
With his blood he anointed it
Into holiness and free of guilt...
Washing, purging, cleansing
He made everything new.
And will you not agree that’s
my new song... my new sweet tune, I hum
How his love whispers me to live
How his life flows in me
How tender his compassion
How comforting, his voice
How soothing is his touch
How hope holds me to wait.
Ah! How strong his love is
Stronger than death
To leave heavens for me
To die and tell me to live-
Free and confident
To trust him till my death,
How great is his guidance-
However long it might be
To meet him one day
And say
"Thank you, Papa"
Because I know he has always
Been my rainbow..
And making every tear
Into luscious wine...
