Broken Spirit

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


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

8 thoughts on “Broken Spirit

  1. 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.

  2. “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.

    1. Praise God for sending His son Jesus and for giving us the Spirit. Thanks for the comment and for your continual support. Blessings.

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