I’m tired of brokenness.
I’m tired of a broken world,
culture,
system.
I’m tired of broken people
breaking people,
Broken by sin,
sickness,
death.
I’m tired of being broken.
I don’t want to be weak,
needy,
dependent.
I’m tired of the pangs of sorrow,
shame,
anger,
pain.
I want to feel strong,
capable,
prepared.
But You love the broken,
the weak,
the needy,
the anxious.
You bind up the broken,
use the humble,
save the sinful.
Unless the ground
is broken
it cannot accept the seed.
Unless the grain of wheat
is broken
it cannot multiply.
Unless the grains
are broken
there is no bread.
Unless the grapes
are crushed
there is no wine.
Unless the Lord
was broken
there is no Savior.
Unless His blood
was spilled out
there is no redemption.
Unless the proud,
self-sufficient,
sinful
are broken
there is no mercy.
Broken is the gift
we didn’t ask for,
didn’t want,
desperately need.
Broken is where
He meets us,
calls us,
saves us.
Broken is where
we find Him,
see Him,
cling to Him.
In the Broken One
is where we find life,
breath,
hope,
peace.
In the Broken One
is where we live,
and move,
and have our being.
“For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: ‘I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite” (Isaiah 57:15 ESV).
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