For You're
Trying to accumulate
All the pieces,
But, Too scattered,
Too many
To locate
Impossible.
For Your
Tears have
Become ice cold,
Can't control
Their flowing.
The pain
Cuts Too deep
Seemingly unbearable.
For God,
You pray,
Take away
This pain
This heartbreak,
Can't wake up
From this nightmare.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
Your tears
I've already bottled.
For Your
Blessed Brokenness,
I'll take
To restore You.
