I am broken
Scattered in pieces
Impaled in muddy earth
Pressed down by oppressors
Filling me with worthless lies
Feeling unfixable
Immobile in the mire
Trapped by self doubt
Telling me I’m unredeemable
Soiled, unclean, forever broken
You were broken
Suffered on a cross
Falsely accused, crucified
Died to free me from the mire
Redeeming the unredeemable
Broken
I lay in pieces
Before you dear Lord
You comfort me, tell me:
“I love you just the way you are.”
Lift me up
All these pieces
Restore me dear Jesus
Heal the broken spirit within
Help me find wholeness in you
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise. – Psalm 51:17 (NASB)
© 2021 CGThelen
140 Character Christian 
Great poem! Really felt the emotion. Praise God!
Thanks. Praise God for His hand on our life. Blessings.
Beauty for ashes! Loved the poem! Broken is hard but always beautiful when God gets the glory, and we are changed and molded into His Image.
Yes, molded in His image. Praise God. Thanks for the comment. Blessings.
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one was was tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin.” – Hebrews 4:15 (NIV)
Nice poem, CG. You shine in many kinds of writing. I shall give due credit to the Holy Spirit.
I learned it from you, and now I say it too: blessings.
Praise God for sending His son Jesus and for giving us the Spirit. Thanks for the comment and for your continual support. Blessings.