I see the shattered parts of my heart on the ground.

Shards of brokenness, too sharp and raw to pick up on my own.

Beautiful Savior, I see you waiting patiently for me to hand over all the pieces.

To let them lay at my feet and not try to pick them up and mend it myself.

For when I try the pieces do not fit together.

You carefully look over each and every piece and know why each one has cracked the way it has.

You see the pain that is behind each shard.Lord, I see you take the broken bits and hold them in your hands, carefully examining each one.

I see compassion in your eyes.

I see you take those pieces and start molding them together to form something new.

Something that looks different than before.

I see brokenness that somehow becomes beautiful through Your work.I see your love shining through the cracks. I see you taking a mess and turning it into a healed heart.

Lord, I see what only You could do.