Jesus is the super glue
That holds us together in a world that is falling apart.
He started gluing me together when I let Him in my heart
He is now my best friend and I never want to part from Him.
Look yonder, yonder, are pieces of me, the shards,
Which seem to spread and go on for yards and yards.
What can hold? I am told, it is the glue of the new,—
Christ Jesus is glue, glue, to hold and mold redo.
If, O, if of His grace spilling, filling, if you are willing,
Willing, willing, yes, be willing, to accept this stilling;
Your heart would piece by piece together healing,
Ah! healing, and smooth out each crease, resealing.
Walk with, talk with, dine with, recline with Him;
The One that fills, heals, reseals, each and all of them.
Christ is that mediator, friend,
Creator, beginning, and end.
Do not err and stray, today,
I pray, or lose the pathway.
Bind, mind, and find in you
He is the kind, refined, super glue!
**~Collaboration by: Ann M Johnson & Timothy~
© Ann M Johnson &
August 12, 2014