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//mendings of gold//


From the beginning of time, you knew my name.

Like a potter, you molded me into a vessel.

Every detail designed in the very being I am.


Yet, I find myself now with pieces left broken.

I, the formless clay once held in your hand.


Your Word, says you heal the brokenhearted - 

those needing to be made whole.

It says you bind up every single wound.


So, Mender of all brokenness found in me, 

I lay mine out before you.


You gather all of me up so gently,

this body bruised and soul despaired.

A mind so worn and and a mind so weary.


Tending to every ache and deep hurt,

hidden within a heart that weighs so heavy.


When my prayers have not been answered 

in the way or time I think it should.

Or when the miraculous healing hasn’t yet come.


Let my heart remain steadfast 

even though my life is becoming undone.


I long for you to make me completely new, 

yet I’m reminded it’s your will, not mine.

You take these shattered pieces of clay - 


And with a golden hue painted between the lines,

they are being joined together in a brilliant display.  


Though I may still be bruised and broken

as I wait for the coming of full redemption.

Let your love overflow and pour out deeply -


For you, who formed this vessel from nothing 

are still tending to all that’s crippling me.


Dust of earth repaired, now glimmers.

Though not perfect yet or made complete.

Yet, you are the potter and I’m the clay - 


Bringing beauty from within the ashes, 

in your perfect time and restoring way.


Fractures once pain-filled, now bring some hope. 

Like little rivers bending each and every way,,

I look upon these scattered lines of gold.


As you mend my life into a beautiful mosaic -

may the story of your faithfulness be told.



* He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds - Psalm 147:3











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