Broken Glass


Shattered, broken life pieces

Scattered on the floor;

Usefulness is ended

Beautiful no more.


Shards of glass, sharp edges

Gathered up cut deep;

Vibrant colors dirt-dulled

My soul no more to keep.


Shattered, broken life pieces

Scattered at the Throne;

Beautiful mosaic

Suddenly takes form.


Jesus the Shepherd cradles

This lamb close to His heart;

And in His arms my shattered life

Becomes a work of art.


About Julia

Welcome! I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Julia. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, and most recently, a writer. Above all, I am a daughter of the King. I am constantly amazed at God's goodness in my life; undeserved and unlimited. Come sit and visit awhile. The teapot's always on the stove.
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One Response to Broken Glass

  1. Sharon Lurie says:

    Keep up the good work!

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