
The last poem that I wrote was entitled “Faith Without Works”. You can find that poem here. Today’s poem, Broken Pieces, deals with the emotional process of deciding to enter the door of healing: the closed door represents survival mode, and open the opened door represents the door of thriving.
Broken Pieces
Broken Pieces, Broken Pieces
Yes, it’s what you’ve settled for.
There’s no thriving, just surviving.
Door of Healing gives you more.
Door of Healing, Door of Healing.
If I open, what is there?
There is Jesus.
In the fire.
And your pain.
So You’re Aware.
You’ll press in.
You will hurt.
Oh, but then you’ll go so far.
Just keep pressing.
It’s the lesson.
Set the bar.
Now it’s your blessing.
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