Broken Pieces

Broken pieces like glass

Shattered all around me.

I'm trying to avoid them,

So I don't hurt my feet.

I look at them and frown

That's me lying on the ground!

I sit down in dismay,

almost ready to give up.

I see myself in the mirror,

Not liking what I see.

I look at my chest and discover

This big hole inside of me.

The pain is there,

But I can't feel it.

I am sad and I cry,

But the wall won't come crashing down.

I hear someone coming,

who could it be?

Through my tears I faintly see,

Jesus Christ standing before me.

I bow my head again,

"Don't look at me Jesus.

I am so terribly sorry, but as You can see,

my only gift to You is very much destroyed."

He smiles, shakes His head

And kneels down to my level.

Very carefully He picks up the glass

And begins to put the puzzle together.

After what seems like forever,

I look up and see,

He's holding what might be a heart,

But I can't quiet tell yet.

There are still bruises and cuts,

Heavy weights and confusion within.

But suddenly I realize my shame is gone,

and I can look Him in the eyes.

"If you let me have this," He says

"I will heal, and restore."

But why? I ask myself.

Why does He want my heart?

He heard my question and answered,

"Because you are My beloved, and I am yours.

Because even with one glance from you, My heart is ravished."

I stand there in shock, not knowing what to say.

I slowly nod my head,

His eyes grow big, and smiles so brightly.

I begin to realize that He not only loves me,

But He actually just plain likes me too!

He begins to work on my heart,

healing the bumps and bruises.

And as He works,

For the first time, I can feel again.

Finally, He is finished and presents to me,

A big, bright sparkling glass heart.

"Here, here is My heart, for you.

Take it and mourn no more."

But then He takes a jar and begins to pour,

He pours the joy of the Lord all over me.

Now, for the first time in a long time

I feel really, truly happy.