my King

 i am broken

my heart of glass has been cast upon the ground

it has been trampled until it is nothing but dust

i was told by my King that this world would hate me

i had no idea how much

i cling to the promise that one day i will be made whole 

this promise is true

i do not matter to this world

it does not love me

the world is only my temporary home

i complete the tasks my King has set before me

and the world may never know my merit

breached

 if my eyes are dams to hold

they are cracked and weakened

for the river of thought doth flow

dark and sad and weeping

Condemnation

 

The Valley

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

       The chain of Satan wrapped ‘round my neck.

             It rubs and chafes and splits my skin,

                     My soul asunder, my heart a wreck.

My tears no longer leave a trail,

       My throat is dry, I cannot wail.

             The flame of hope flickers low within,

                     It gasps for breath in a stone cold jail.

Which path goes up? Which path goes down?

        What road leads in? What road leads out?

               I feel my mind engulfed in sin.

                     “Help!” I scream. “Send aid!” I shout.

Though I travel through the valley of death,

         I fear no evil, screeching breath.

               My soul is Yours, You dwell within.

                      My comfort is Your rod and staff.

Prejudicial

We all stumble on different rocks,

gasp for air in different seas,

cannot escape a different box,

tumble down from different trees.

Our struggles seem worlds apart.

Are mine harder than yours?

All of them have taxed our hearts.

Every face has felt tears pour.

Although your sea was fathoms deep,

my tree to climb was miles high.

Please hold my hand when it is steep

and I'll hold yours in times you cry.

Masterpiece

No child in this universe comes to be by chance. God picked up His needles and made a masterpiece. He knew you would get worn out. He knew you would become tattered and broken, but that didn't scare Him. For He knew that He had created you strong enough to withstand the storms. He sewed within you bravery, love and perseverance. He buttoned you up with joy and zipped you shut with compassion. He supplied you with patches of forgiveness for when the people around you tear holes through your skin. He pins you up on his clothesline of grace, so that the winds of love can dry the tears from you faded, beaten cheeks. And a day will come when He will pick you up, from where you limply lay, and wash away all the dirt, mar and wounds from the world. He will take you home to be cherished and He will give you rest.