Left Whole

I was broken when I came
Wearing my pain like a winter coat

Held back with the weight of sorrow

Feeling the desolation of the broken

Weariness and depression were my shoes

In my hands I held tight to my sorrow

Like precious gems set in gold

Wishing for death to hold me as close

I was broken when I came.

But when I came to You,

You took my coat of pain,

The weights I carried,

Game me shoes of preparation and peace,

And opened my eyes to see --

My sorrow-gems were paste and fools-gold

I was broken when I came,

But I left whole and complete.