By Paget McCarthy
Sad, broken one,
What has left you
In so many pieces
You no longer
Collect them?
Laughter, joy, smiles all cease
Fade away, until forgotten.
Pain and sorrow
Overwhelm.
Taint the past
Distort tomorrow.
How long will it last?
Oh Man of many sorrows,
Surely you can know me.
You who formed me
Like a potter
Surely you can see a ray of hope.
If I’m your son, if I’m your daughter,
Show up, my King, show up, my Papa.
What would my maker say?
Come to me
I will wrap your wounds.
Come to me, my precious one.
See the vessel of your tears?
A regal collection.
Come to me.
I have healing in my wings.
Rest in the shadow of your maker.
In due season,
You will see
There’s a reason
And a purpose
For your story
And the pain.
Sometimes cruel –
But promised gain.
A joy, placed in the distance.
You are fashioned
In my likeness.
Soon enough
Tears no more.
Kingdom come.
Oh precious one
Your story will live
Beyond you.
Come to me, come to me.
Glory, Glory.
You have purpose
You have meaning
Let the light
Rest
On your weary soul.
Let your life
Be a part
Of an eternal
Tapestry.
Don’t give up
Stand tall.
See the hope
In your call.
You are loved,
Apple of my eye.
The eye who creates
Awesome value…
Grasp the meaning.
Like the psalmist
When in anguish
Returns
To his Father
Come, my child.
Do not miss
Your purpose
Oh precious one.
***If you’re hurting and struggling, please consider calling Grace Wellness Center.
You are precious in God’s sight (Isa 43:4,5).
God has a plan for you; a life with a future and a hope (Jer 29:11).
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