This is a poem that I wrote about 4 years ago... I just found it today as I began to clear out everything I have amassed over the past 4.5 years of college. I worte this at a very difficult tme in my life, a time when I felt very fractured. It was also a time when the Lord took hold of me and showed me how He is able to bind up our broken hearts and lives.
I sit and stare at broken glass
Where a mirror used to be
And in each piece of broken glass
A fractured face I see
Each face is very different
But one thing is in all the same
They all are missing pieces
That will make them whole again
As I stare the reddest of blood
Flows through all the cracks
And from this flow the picture becomes
United, unshattered, complete
I traced the path of this crimson flow
To the foot of an awful tree
And to the nail pierced savior
Who was dying there for me
The beauty and the horror
I will not soonforget
This crimson flow took a broken man
And made him whole again
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