Just some simple or sometimes not-so-simple thoughts and question that, who knows, other people might be thinking too. Hope it's an encouragement as you journey through this Christ-made-beautiful life.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Two new poems - Break Free and Beautiful Brokenness

Rough drafts, but a start. Just some needful expression.


Break Free

Standing here looking at the sky
I see the birds spread their wings and fly away
If they only knew how I envy them
But instead I’m stuck here with my feet on the ground.

I keep going round and round in my head
Dealing with the thoughts I can’t seem to shake.
It’s like my feet are stuck in the thickest mud
And I just can’t seem to get out.

But I don’t have to
I don’t have to have chains of bondage.
I have a choice
God has given me a choice
God has given me freedom
To break free

I see and feel bars all around me
I feel the pain of the shackles on my feet
I search desperately for the key
Or at least something to pick the lock

I try to use substitutes and distractions
Things that will never replace
I try to do it on my own
But end up on my knees.

But I don’t have to
I don’t have to have chains of bondage.
I have a choice
God has given me a choice
God has given me freedom
To break free
I’m going to break free

God has given the key
God has given me wings
God opens the door
I spread my wings
To break free
I’m going to break free



Beautiful Brokenness

There was that moment in time
When my world feel apart.
Doubled-over in pain
From a broken heart.

Everything went from bad to worse
Just like the life of Job.
I craved the sunrise
After the darkest night.

There’s a beauty in brokenness
A diamond in the rough.
A single shining star in the dark
But never seen til night.
Refined gold never shines
Unless put through the fire.
Beautiful brokenness.

I see the faces around me
Haunted by suffering.
Hurt, distress, worry, grief.
Why must it be this way?

Amidst the dark, I see a dim light.
The light of hope not seen in the day.
If we never know pain
We’ll never know true joy.

There’s a beauty in brokenness
A diamond in the rough.
A single shining star in the dark
But never seen til night.
Refined gold never shines
Unless put through the fire.
Beautiful brokenness.

I can’t shine til tried
A light in the dark
I can’t be beautiful
Til I’m broken
God uses the broken

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