Learning the art of mending

“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