Come Let Us Return
My world has crumbled; my heart is broken and torn.
Where can I turn now? Who will mend me and make me whole?
I begin to pick-up the pieces on this desert plain.
I try to fit them back together, but I get frustrated because they just won't fit.
I lift my eyes to the Son and he beckons me to come.
What? Leave my shattered world? Give-up my broken heart?
I look down at what is left of me.
I rise to my feet, and as I take a stand, strength enters my tired soul.
He stretches his hand to mine, I take it gratefully.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
posted by Christa @ 11:47 PM
2 Comments:
What a beautiful picture of trust amongst brokeness... but after all, that is all that we have left and it is what God builds our whole identity and confidence out of. I can't wait to see where God takes you Christa! But I can wait because I want to be with you through the process... standing beside you and cheering you on. Grasping each moment we have to enjoy the present even in looking forward to completeness. I love you!
this one time, I totally wrote a comment on Christa's blog and it was like the best comment in the history of blogging and the most significant statement ever recorded on the time continuam of the world wide web and it cause young woman to cry, young children to hide their faces in unworthiness, and dudes everywhere to award me with appreciative and respectful high fives...but that was then, and this is now...and I'm procrastinating on my homework...that is all
jeF
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