I am broken, damaged, shattered and crumpled to a million pieces.
What
started as a small crack in my windshield was never taken care of and so
it split and splintered and snapped until the whole thing exploded in
my face..leaving me quite blind to see where I was going.
How do you build
yourself back up?
When every piece of who you are has been broken into a
million pieces.
When the pit would be a paradise compared with my
present pain.
When lifetimes of crying couldn't clean up the stain I 'rive
from the floor wondering what all this gore was for?
Is there purpose to this pain?
Can there be a
meaning in my mess?
Where can I find beauty from my brokenness...and from this
darkness?
And when I can't find the strength to say it, much less
pray it.
Suddenly I discover that my life can become a mosaic.
A picture or pattern produced by putting together small, broken pieces.
I will become an art piece formed from the pieces of me that once put together, reveal something far more beautiful...far more powerful...and far more wonderful than I ever dreamed of when I was whole.
So break my body, break my heart. You CAN'T touch this soul.
I may walk with a limp but my spirit has never been stronger because after blow, after blow, after blow, I build up slow and discover my new glow.
So when you look at me, I want you to know, that's not a scar, it's a beauty mark...those aren't scabs, they're the armour of a mighty warrior...it's not a bruise, it's war paint.
I want you to know, these tears, they're not for you, they're for watering the seed that fell to the ground and died, but with time will produce an even stronger tree...STRONGER ME.
So chop me down, break me apart. You'll only add more wood to the fire from which I'll rise and the size of my burden is only outdone by the size of my breakthrough when I shock the world...when I'm made new from the pieces...a million pieces.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTcRWpUSalc
Suddenly I discover that my life can become a mosaic.
A picture or pattern produced by putting together small, broken pieces.
I will become an art piece formed from the pieces of me that once put together, reveal something far more beautiful...far more powerful...and far more wonderful than I ever dreamed of when I was whole.
So break my body, break my heart. You CAN'T touch this soul.
I may walk with a limp but my spirit has never been stronger because after blow, after blow, after blow, I build up slow and discover my new glow.
So when you look at me, I want you to know, that's not a scar, it's a beauty mark...those aren't scabs, they're the armour of a mighty warrior...it's not a bruise, it's war paint.
I want you to know, these tears, they're not for you, they're for watering the seed that fell to the ground and died, but with time will produce an even stronger tree...STRONGER ME.
So chop me down, break me apart. You'll only add more wood to the fire from which I'll rise and the size of my burden is only outdone by the size of my breakthrough when I shock the world...when I'm made new from the pieces...a million pieces.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTcRWpUSalc
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