Sunday, 25 September 2011

brokenness aside

I cry and You begin to bind up the broken places. I cry and You renew my hope. I cry more and You come and put Your loving arms around me and whisper secrets into the depths of my soul. I weep and You pour a healing balm on my injured heart.

It's not over. But hope returns and grows. Darkness is surely turning to dawn and joy comes in the morning.

You are the Saviour and you take brokenness aside and make it beautiful.

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