How did I become so shattered?
How far was the fall?
Who will restore my faith?
and renew the value of my soul
through the calamity of it all?
I see the sun glistening.
Breaking through the dawn of day.
Shining down on all my broken pieces.
Pieces of me left battered,
discarded in such disarray.
Like a puzzle I lay before the world naked and ashamed.
I fidget and fumble trying to rearrange myself, and shift the blame.
Every attempt left me feeling even more humiliated
and vulnerable of how fragile was my life, which was the frame?
I thought I was surrounded by inner beauty displaying its
glory on the outside. When all the time the reflection showed
a hallow resonance of my foolish pride.
How shallow, how hollow is this vase.
When all the time I thought I was beaming
an imagery of His magnanimous grace.
What kind of vessel am I? I was a spectacle most spectacular to see, or so I thought.
My vanity is my down fall
and has brought me down to naught.
All my hiding and disguising could not obscure my flaws.
I cried out and wailed in agony to the One who made me.
Surely He would answer my call.
Assembled together again, with all my pieces.
Rough, tattered, chipped and ragged they are.
The Potter of Mercy reshaped me
and covered all my scars.
The Potter even identified me. He gave me a new name.
Shalom. It means nothing missing, nothing broken.
For I am whole again.
Piercing through the darkness of the night.
For Christ is the Potter, now I emanate His light.
My advice to all you broken pieces out there,
sit upon the Potter’s wheel.
He will make everything all right.