Today I see the world
Like a child holding a broken glass ball.
I do not behold the pretty sparkles in the shards,
For my only desire right now is to see it fixed.
No matter how hard I try, though,
I cannot piece it back together by myself;
The fragments pierce my hands.
How badly it hurts!
I need to learn;
I must give my shattered crystal sphere to my Father.
He knows what to do.
He'll put it on His desk and say,
"Don't fret, My dear one.
Just listen to My instructions
And little by little, we'll fix it together.
But first we must bandage your hands."
Posted at 02:05 pm by
freckleface
