shard
1 a : a piece or fragment of a brittle substance; broadly : a small piece or part : SCRAP
2 or sherd : fragments of pottery vessels found on sites and in refuse deposits where pottery-making peoples have lived
3 : highly angular curved glass fragments of tuffaceous sediments
tuffaceous
: a rock composed of the finer kinds of volcanic detritus usually fused together by heat
I’ve searched my chest for treasure
worthy enough to spill for You,
crushing the shards that bind my heart
for all that I’ve been through.
But my best is so meager
and the sacrifice seems so small.
Tell me that all the tears I shed
smell lovely when they fall.
Is my ordinary hair
pleasing cloth to Your holy feet?
Help me receive Your forgiveness,
here on the mercy seat.
What else can this sinner do
but offer all I have to give
in thanks to You, my Redeemer,
for calling me to live,
for meeting me in the dark
for paying my every debt,
for walking me through the shadows
of the valleys of death,
for shepherding me in truth,
for covering me with Your love,
for filling me with gracefulness,
for the gift of The Dove?
I love You so much, my Savior.
It’s a truth that cannot be hid.
And it’s because You forgive me
for all the things I did.
It’s a mystery to some,
an alabaster life like mine.
So is the value of The Bread
and The Fruit of the Vine.
Softly whisper Your secrets
into this emptied heart for You.
Heal me with Your most tender touch.
Call my shattered things new.
2 Corinthians 6:4-10 Rather, AS SERVANTS OF GOD WE COMMEND OURSELVES IN EVERY WAY: in great endurance; in troubles, hardships and distresses; in beatings, imprisonments and riots; in hard work, sleepless nights and hunger;(YET) in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love; in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left; through glory and dishonor, bad report and good report; genuine, yet regarded as impostors; known, yet regarded as unknown; dying, and yet we live on; beaten, and yet not killed; sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet POSSESSING EVERYTHING.
Oh, Treava...How God LOVES your humble heart - I feel sure He is shedding tears Himself as He sees you making yourself so vulnerable before Him. I think He wants to say to you, "Dear Child, your love and acceptance is all I require. Come to Me, now, and feel the cleansing I am washing over you. You are Mine and will be forever. Now, go and find others and teach them about Me...help them to become open unto Me...bring them Home." With love, Peggy
