Broken pieces, glued together,
Reflecting like a shattered mirror,
Ugly and irregular
Slivers of their origin.
Heart on hold -- or overload --
That's all I have to give,
Change my story, my brokenness.
Renew my soul in You.
Take my pages, ripped and torn,
Pasted with this child's careless hand,
Reform them as You will,
And make me whole again.
Change my story, my torn up heart.
Make me new in You.
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