![]() |
A poem about the work of Our Savior fixing (healing) our brokenness. |
| We are all broken, battered and torn Weathered by all of life's storms. Until that day, when He walks by And picks up each fragile piece In His gentle and loving hands. The jagged shards pierce His skin His blood begins to flow. With every drop of His blood, He fits the pieces back together until they are whole again. You see He knows all about Your brokenness, He says You're well worth all of the pain. His scarred hands show the depth of His love. Come to Him whenever you feel broken, He will restore You with His blood His scarred hands will show the depth of His love. |