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

Sad, Sad Good-bye

I see you etched in the silent moon-rise
The hint of sorrow that gleams in your eyes
I know the reason as I start to cry
In the bitter-sweet moment of a sad, sad good-bye

Blow out the stars; pluck the moon from its crest
Trample the roses and the blooms I love best
Take away all the lilies; snuff the light in my eye
In this bitter-sweet moment, in this sad, sad good-bye

Tomorrow, the blossoms may float on the breeze
Their scent be the perfume in sweet memories
But here in the matrix of honor, love lies
In a bitter-sweet moment of sad, sad good-byes

In a beautiful memory down a long winding road
Someday my darling, perchance I shall go
But my broken heart can only cry
In this bitter-sweet moment of a sad, sad good-bye

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Janet Martin

Here Am I

Here am I with broken treasure
Scattered sadly at my feet
Here am I, it seems the pleasure
Of this world is bitter-sweet
For as I stand within your Presence
Shame fills my humble cry
“Lord, I’m a poor and foolish sinner
Will you use me, here am I

Here am I with empty riches
Of this world so sadly tarnished
All its promises of happiness
In misery have vanished
Lord, I don’t deserve Your mercy
And I really don’t know why
You say that You still love me
But You do, so here am I

Here am I, the words of Samuel
From a story long ago
Speak Lord, for your servant hears
Samuel knew You loved Him so
Here am I before the same God
Changeless through the course of time
As I bow before You, Jesus
Will You use me, here am I

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Janet Martin

....Then Samuel said, "Speak,for
your servant is listening. 1 Sam.3:10

Broken Butterfly

You poor little broken butterfly
Applying your blush and painting your eyes
Curling your hair and reddening your lips
Provoking a stare by the sway of your hips
You’ve never heard of a temple defiled
You’re fourteen and you’re a child

You uncover what ought to bring you shame
Allowing lust to trample your name
Do you realize what you are throwing away?
And can never retrieve, try though you may
You’ve tossed away a treasure so pure
A gem reserved for one love that endures

The sparkle of youth and innocence gone
Too soon from the nest of childhood you’ve flown
You search for approval and recognition
By offering your temple to slaves of perdition
I look at you and I want to cry
You poor little broken butterfly

My dear precious princess, my dear young girl
You are a treasure a rare priceless pearl
Gods love cleanses and washes you clean
You are His temple, my dear young teen
Has no one told you what to cherish and why?
My poor little broken butterfly

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O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.You know when I sit down and when I arise.You perceive my thoughts from afar.You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways...Ps. 139:1-3

My heart breaks when I hear appalling stories of girls bent on getting rid of the one thing they can NEVER have back!!!