Aug 2017
my
heart
is
a
scattered
puzzle
game
all
the
pieces
a
grey
prison
wall
You
take
Your
tender
brush
and
paint
each
little
segment
bright
colors
I
can
only
see
after
You've
turned
them
over
You've
fitted
them
together
with
such
LOVE!
no
ADORATION!
and
when
You're
done
fitting
me
together
I
see
my
heart
is
a
garden
of
YOUR
GLORY!
SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/19/2017
heart
is
a
scattered
puzzle
game
all
the
pieces
a
grey
prison
wall
You
take
Your
tender
brush
and
paint
each
little
segment
bright
colors
I
can
only
see
after
You've
turned
them
over
You've
fitted
them
together
with
such
LOVE!
no
ADORATION!
and
when
You're
done
fitting
me
together
I
see
my
heart
is
a
garden
of
YOUR
GLORY!
SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/19/2017
This poem came to me as I was reading tonight. I was thinking of puzzle pieces and how they are gray on the back. But God is always painting a picture of glory on the other side! And He's the only one who can fit the puzzle game together!
I am a slow reader, I realize. Thank you for being patient with me if I have not read a whole lot. I hate to skim poetry. It's like putting a piece of chocolate in your mouth and then spitting it out right away! I like to savor it! Thanks for understanding!
♡ Catherine
I am a slow reader, I realize. Thank you for being patient with me if I have not read a whole lot. I hate to skim poetry. It's like putting a piece of chocolate in your mouth and then spitting it out right away! I like to savor it! Thanks for understanding!
♡ Catherine
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