When all my dreams have crumbled,
when that fairy tale of a life
is shattered like broken glass at my feet,
I feel so alone, lost, and forsaken.
There's no light at the end of the tunnel.
It is at that moment
I begin to hear that still small voice.
It calls out to me . . . hang on!
See, my Savior loves me.
He softly reminds me that He is molding me,
molding me into a beautiful vessel.
He will take those shattered pieces of me.
He'll lovingly put them in the proper place
to create the Mosaic He intended me to be.
So, I choose to be patient.
I choose His desires to be my dreams;
dreams that will not shatter any more.