What beauty arises upon our breaking. Whether the breaking is of mind, heart, body, or will. What treasures lie under the bruising soon to come forth. When the Father weighs down from heaven His hand to mold us, we cry for relief. Let us surrender under thy eye. In knowing Him intimately and clinging through the pressing down…I am reminded all is for the good of those who love Him and who are called according to His purpose. Tell me..will we dare be broken for His name sake? As He was broken for ours..hang on dear one in your winter season…for soon Spring is coming.

Broken

If thy potter takes thy mold and thrusts it forth
Till many shattered pieces fall onto the floor.

He says let's start all over till beauty does behold
For there is more within you that I have yet to show.

So as He sets foundations so strength it's platform stands 
Firm with resilience He presses with His hands.

Repairing broken fragments that set thy vessel ill 
Fragments once were hidden and dulled thy vessel's zeal.

It's time to piece thy lovely and fashion it anew 
For now a greater brilliance will rise a glorious hue.

The remnants of old beauty were scarred and broke into.
But Father joyed thy promise to make all things brand new.

Rejoice at thy hot fire for you are not alone 
The tiniest of pieces were formed from thy throne.

He chose no pieces ever would He throw away 
But pieced them back together gently rearranged.

For they shine songs of valleys that linger not too far
A vessel of divine victory glued from scar to scar.

Love Much,
Shelly