It was in the breaking of the bread
That the disciples saw The Christ
Until that moment came
A veil covered their eyes.
It was in the sorrowed heart
Of Hannah as she prayed
Unable to utter words
An answer to breaking came.
It was in the grief of pain
As Peter denied the Lord
When bitterly he wept
The Father then restored.
It was the breaking of man’s pride
And the alabaster jar
When the fragrance filled the room
As a woman poured her heart.
It was in the news of broken walls,
Of gates burned, and captives distressed
That God took a little King’s cupbearer
And ordained him to rebuild the mess.
It was the breaking of the loaves
When fragments multiplied
That a little boy was used
To feed the hungry cries.
It was the ruined clay
The Potter held in hand
That taught Jeremiah well
The heart of God’s own plan.
It was the bones of David broken
That caused Him to rejoice
That poured the deepest melodies
And called the Psalmist forth.
It was the breaking of the flask too
A prophetic word proclaimed
When God declared the judgement
Of those refusing His Name.
And should we, His people, desire more now
Of Christ and His depth of heart
We must now be willing
To let Him break our wills and hearts.
October 10, 2015
