"The Strength of The Broken
The flower that boldly faces the sun after pressing through the cracks of the rocks…
The river that runs through the valleys after leaving the mountains peak…
The tree that stands on the edge of a cliff and gazes to the depths below…
The strength of the broken cannot be explained in words of men…
But it’s written in the language all who’ve been broken know
Oh dear God… You have made us so much less than you
We stumble - we fall - we break to pieces…
We fall apart in the simplest things we try to do
Hearts and promises - trust and bodies… broken
Alone we can do nothing good… we give all we have to you.
The Tree of The Forbidden Fruit that stands in The Garden defiled…
The hearts that still beats steady in this fallen race…
The hands and feet that bear the scars of taking sins strongest blow…
The strength of the broken cannot be earned by any good deeds of men…
But it’s given freely… so in each broken heart… grace can show.
Oh my God… You have made us so much more than what we see
Called us Home and paid for our sins…
You’ve put us together and made us the way you meant us to be
Healed to heal… comforted to comfort… reached to reach… loved to love
You made a way for the broken to be whole and free
L. N. Maher
2011 Echoes of The Lion’s Roar (5/3)
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