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Psalms Only You can pick up the pieces
Of my shattered past
And make something beautiful from it
Gathering the shards and placing them
Into an amazing and wondrous design
Like a stained glass window
Each piece meticulously positioned
Into a picture only the designer could see
When I give to You my best
I try so hard to make You proud
My feeble attempts
Like a bruised and broken flower
You hold it gently, press and mount it
Hanging it high for all to see
One day I pray that I can look back
And see my whole life laid before me
All the hurt and pain I experienced
Interwoven with the joy and happiness
A blanket that I can wrap my heart up with
And the knowledge that my life wasn't in vain
That I could see every stitch You made
How You carried me all the way
And brought me home to stay
"...see my whole life..."
I am surprised that I had the gumption to do all that stuff, my whole life seen retrospectively, awesome! It was fun inspite of the sadnesses and painings, the lows, the losses. The highs were exultation, the triumphs incredible. A patchwork quilt - yes in deed! I look back and see me doing mostly good - not too shabby a heritage. I enjoyed the honesty of this poem - slc