Thursday, August 06, 2009

Broken Pieces



Broken Pieces


My life has been shattered

I thought I knew what mattered

My heart, my health, and my home

Are now all gone;

Broken pieces!


I didn’t take care of me

When I was young and carefree

I was building my life

Only full of sorrow and strife;

Broken pieces!


When the bank foreclosed

And the kids packed their clothes

I found that I have not been

The good steward that God had planned

Oh, so many broken pieces!


Yet in my misery,

I found that God’s mercy

Still came to rescue me.

With Him I am complete;


NO MORE BROKEN PIECES!


By Anna Fugatt


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