“It’s
the broken that become masters at mending”
Author
Unknown
“Why are You breaking me?” I asked You
“Why are You causing so much pain?
Can’t You see all I do is crying
Tears running even through my veins?
They told me You will make me happy
And bring me life and give me joy
Instead all that I do is fall here
And feel like I’m somebody’s toy.
Is it You that is playing
And messing up my days?
I thought You were my Sun
But I can’t see Your rays.
Can You get me out of here?
Can You make the pain stop?
You need to understand it
That if You don’t I’ll drop!
“You won’t”, I hear You answer
“I hold you with my hand
And since you’re so demanding
Yes, this pain will soon end.
I didn’t mean to hurt you
It’s hurting Me as well
And if you’re trapped in tears
I’m in your watery cell.
I didn’t mean to break you
And wish there was a way
Another way to bring you,
from night time into day.
But once you make this journey
In spite of pain and tears
You’ll know then to show others
how to escape from fears.
I know you’re angry now
And sad and so upset
But trust Me and keep going
Cuz’ we’re not there yet.
And if you do I promise
To always make you stand
And no matter what’s coming
To hold on to your hand.
You’ll be an overcomer
And take others with you
You’ll tell them they can make it
And then prove that is true.”
“The Sovereign Lord has given me an
instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me
morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught.” Isaiah
50:4, NIV