Blessed, Broken, And Taught - Poem by Phyllis Strong
I wrote a poem some years ago
"Are Tears Considered Prayers",
because of things so heavy on me,
I couldn't utter a prayer.
You know those things
you just say; "LORD! "
and tears begin to flow.
Those things; that's not to bring you harm,
but things that make you grow.
I've been blessed,
and I've been broken,
then shared the things I know.
Lord, how many pieces must I be broken;
so that Your Divine glory can show?
To find a friend, you must be friendly;
and I really try to be.
But the more I look, the less I find
someone who's quite like me.
It's as if You placed me by myself
so You can do Your master work.
And it's a lonely place for me;
and the pressure can really hurt.
But I have come to the point,
that I don't cry much anymore;
You're molding me into a new vessel,
that will give You glory the more.
Lord I trust You, Your will be done,
Your divine plan be done through me.
Holy Spirit help me to do God's will,
when trials are blinding me.
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