If my life is broken when given to Jesus, it is because pieces will feed a multitude, while a loaf will satisfy only a little lad.
I am a broken bone.
Healed and grown wrong.
Not like I should be anymore.
Missing pieces of me.
With a hole in my soul.
Bleeding to the air.
It is a painful moment.
When I'm finally healed.
Broken again, so I can mend true.
Straightened and put right.
To be filled with love, holiness and truth.
Thinned out, so that the light can shine further away.
And fill the blind eyes all around me.