Broken Things.....

The broken bloom cannot be mended
The broken heart will bear the mark
A broken mind is often stranded
Somewhere…..somewhere in the dark
A broken promise leaves its carnage
On a shore of grief and tears
Broken lives; what hopeless visage
Wrought with helplessness and fears

But there is One who heals the broken
There is One who can restore
What is now a useless token
Can be filled with hope once more
Life is full of broken offerings
But He’ll take each shard and fear
Fill each broken bowl with blessing
Count the dark and doleful tear

Broken things cannot be mended
By the carnal mind of shame
God can heal the broken-hearted
If we call upon His name
We may hoard our broken plunder
Be the lord of its domain
Or call upon the Hand of wonder
He will make us whole again

Janet Martin~



He hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted….Luke 4:18