Crumbled and broken, with pieces a-strew,
They stared at the heap, battered and bruised.
Shattered and beaten, they let out a cry,
Begging for answers to all of their why's.
Defeated, oppressed, and nowhere to go,
Fearing the worst- more withering blows.
Fragmented pieces now scattered the ground-
From deep in their souls came a heartsick sound.
My eyes overflow as I see their pained hearts,
I wish I could shield them from any more darts.
I wish I could glue all the pieces together,
Shelter from any more storms or bad weather.
But deep down inside, I know that I'm frail,
I know that my efforts won't quell the storm's gale.
Again I look down at the pieces a- strew
And that's when I realize just what I must do.
I must get on my knees- right down in the shards,
I must kneel right beside them- midst all of the hard.
I must grasp their hands tightly and help them to pray
For their light has dimmed to a dark shade of gray.
Oh dear ones of mine, midst your broken down plans,
Midst the havoc of castles now flat on the sand,
Turn your eyes up to Jesus, it's the only true place,
Where comfort and love glow from His beautiful face.
There are hundreds of places people search for the signs,
They dig and they hunt and they follow the times.
But the answers they're seeking elude and they hide,
And the broken up pieces stay right by their side.
But the prayer from the lips of the shattered and weak
Is a song on the wind that the strong cannot speak,
It is carried aloft by God's angels of light,
Set down by the Warrior, the King of all Right.
He hears and He listens, He loves and He cares,
He's the Healer of hearts and the Answer to Prayers.
He's the Fighter of battles, unseen and unknown,
He's the truest of friends, and won't leave you alone.
So hold to His hand, though there's pieces a-strew,
He'll help you along, heal your wounded hearts too.
Never mind all the shards, He's walked here before,
With confidence strong, just trust Him once more.
There is pain in the going, there's hurt in the ride,
But it's all going to stay on this earthly side.
For He's taking us on, where castles are whole,
And the broken is mended, oh home of the soul!
Robyn Schultz
P.S. Written for the many hurting and wounded, known and unknown. There is comfort in knowing that Someone cares and understands even when it seems the whole world doesn't, and in remembering that the best place to go for wholeness is Jesus.