Irreparably Broken
I swim in the waters of my trial
your promises buoy me
I feel peace descend
A canopy over me
I will be all right
But clear waters turn swiftly to rolling white caps,
crashing on the sandy shore
from underneath, I feel the pull, the undertow of sorrow
pulling me, threatening me, holding me under the surface,
to drown me
I struggle to stay afloat,
reaching in my prayers for the arms of my Father, wanting You to take me from these waters
snatch me out, take me with You.
“Take me!” I cry. I want to be with You–completely with you
My tears are little comfort, my soul is bruised,
my confidence shattered,
I am broken.
I will never be the same.
You don’t correct me.
It is so. Irreparably broken.
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