The Master’s Masterpiece


God picked up every broken piece of me trying to make me whole,
I looked at His final product and cried,
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the cracks,
Although you could only see them when you got up close,
When I ran my fingers across the cracks,
Blood poured out of my index,
Now I use the scar as a reference/lesson,
It reminds me of how far that He has brought me,
It reminds me that I’m a new creation,
Made up of everything that broke me,
I no longer look the same, I am changed.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. I love it! Yes every broken piece he takes and makes something beautiful out of it.
    God bless

    1. Ahh thank you for even taking the time to read it

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