Lisa Hare Wimberly
Broken Pieces - Poem by Lisa Hare Wimberly
God can use the broken pieces
In an empty, wounded soul.
He can turn them into something
That is beautiful and whole.
He can take a heart that's broken
From a life that "could have been, "
Blend the pieces all together
To make something new again.
Like a colorful mosaic
Formed from bits of broken glass,
God arranges them together
To bring beauty from our past.
Broken lives and broken people
Have the chance to start again,
When they take the broken pieces,
And they place them in His hands.
For the Father uses all things
To work together for our good,
When we fix our eyes on Jesus
And are cleansed by His pure blood.
Give Him all your broken pieces,
Letting go of all your pain.
He'll create beauty from your brokenness
And hope to start again.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
After the dissolution of a 24-year marriage, I was devastated. At age 47, I had to start life over—alone. But in my time alone with the Lord, He showed me that everything I went through in those 24 years—both the good and the bad—molded me into the person I am today. He not only put my life back together, but He used my present and my past to do it. He used it to strengthen my relationship with my Heavenly Father. Three-and-a-half years after the divorce, He brought a wonderful Christian man into my life and called me to leave a successful career in Texas to move to Indiana and become his wife. All of the pieces in my life also prepared me to be a foster parent for the next six years for teenage boys whose lives had also been broken.
David tells us in Psalm 38: 8 & 9, "I am feeble and severely broken; I groan because of the turmoil of my heart. Lord, all my desire is before You; and my sighing is not hidden from You." He is there to mend your broken heart, to take all the "broken pieces" that have accumulated through your life, and to use them to make your life something beautiful, something new.
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