are words of thunder, slivers
of glass beneath relationships in
life, a reminder of our imperfections,
sinful and destructive natures.
Yet we know there is Someone.
Above all the broken hearts, promises
and unfulfilled dreams, He is
our perfection, the One who holds
us close to His bosom
who cares for us in the midst of chaos,
vanquished dreams. He is loving,
a Father, and in Him
we surrender our woes, our
afflictions and rise once again to live
as vessels in His Honour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem