We all go through broken pieces
the pieces of glass, tears, puzzles,
we are not sure how certain pieces
fit, but even when your promised
dream is gone from you, we hope
that the nightmare is gone.
We wonder why when I call your name,
there is no answer- you promised to be
be here every step of the way, and yet
somewhere over the rainbow,
the sun will rise, and this nightmare will end.
The glass is not only broken, but it was
shattered and exploded throughout,
but I realize, I cannot look back.
The pieces that were broken will get picked
up by someone- someone who is patient
enough to put this brokenness back together.
Where are you dear spirit?
You promised me not to let go!
Father, I am trying to heal,
but I know this cannot be fixed on my own.
I carried on with friendships, relationships,
and my broken spirit of past mistakes
have darken my sky-
and this storm is hard to bare alone.
Father, I am trying to heal.
I know there is hope- the hope
that the morning will break,
and I can rise like the sun of day.
Father, you are the way for my
enduring guidance, and I can hold
on waiting to hear your voice.
The day the sun will rise,
will be the day my broken pieces are fixed.