Shambles

I stood praying in the rain today.

“God, wash it all. Wash it all away.”

Because when I look at my life, who I am is not who I want to be.

When I look in the mirror, who I see is not who I want to see.

Instead I see shambles that represent a broken life.

I see anger, fighting, never ending strife.

Glimpses and flashbacks of my life make me wince.

A pile of nothingness represents my existence.

But they tell me...you can take a life of shambles and make something beautiful.

They tell me that you can take something broken and make it whole.

They tell me that you can take something worthless and give it value.

They tell me that you can take something weary and old and make it new.

So I'm clinging onto you and never letting go.

I'm following you in in the high and low.

Because here is the truth no matter what we think or feel.

When Jesus died, he paid it all with his blood-it was a done deal.

And he says, “Where you see brokenness, I see beauty.

Though you're forgiven, why do you live your life as if guilty?

Because there is no condemnation in me.

And slowly, bit by broken bit, I am making you into

who I want you to be.”