Broken Things

As Children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,

I brought my broken dreams to God, because he was my friend

Surely, he would see the need,

And go to work at once,

Prioritizing all my things,

And meeting all my wants,

I waited for what seemed some time

For him to make repair

Then impatience, tiptoed in and snatched them back in fear

“You take so long; I cried in doubt, can you not work much faster?

To patch and sew and bring relief where there has been disaster”

“My child”, He said, “let them go and I will not delay”

“I work through all eternity; I do not bend to night and day”

So once again, I gave them up in hopes his words were true.

But like a child, I could not wait for him to make things new;

“Forget the laughter, forget my dreams forget the joy I seek

I’d rather be a broken mess then without the things for which I weep.”

And so, we dance and so I cry and then I plead for change;

But when it comes to letting go, I always choose the pain;

Will I ever learn to trust the work He’s done for me?

The plan He has, the love He’s granted;

The truth that sets me free?

For it is never things He mends, never dreams or toys;

He uses things like tears and pain

Chaos, sorrow and noise

Heartache that we grieve in vain

Things that make us ill,

To pull us close to love us well and draw us to himself

He then proceeds to heal our wounds,

Our hearts, our minds, our very souls

There is no such thing as time,

When God decides to make us whole.

Kim Diesso Blenkhorn 1997 & 2023