Fragments

Fragments
Dirt on my face, dark wings encircling my head.
Nothing lingers now of lust but that which stains my lips blood red.
Entertaining the possibility of another road, rebelling against His will.
I fall, heart raw, bruises upon my skin, with my eyes unable to meet His.
If I bear witness of myself , my witness is not true.
I am nothing but the vessel that holds His majesty.
I am broken but He says
Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart;
And saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.
In humility born of wretchedness, I beg to be His slave.
But He wraps me in his love and kisses this tortured prodigal.
If I bear witness of myself , my witness is not true.
I am nothing but the vessel that holds His majesty.
I am broken but He says
Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
I am loved…
I am loved…
I stand under the cross,
If I bear witness of myself , my witness is not true.
I am nothing but the vessel that holds His majesty.
I am broken but He says
Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing is lost.
That no one is lost.