I am broken

I am broken.

Yes, I am what God made me, 

But I am a broken version.

God created me, 

One word spoken.

Breathed life and made me 

exactly the way he wanted. 

I am that same creation, 

even today,

But only a broken version. 

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Have you ever dropped a glass? 

Watched it slip off the counter and pass

Right through your hands. 

Crash!

Do you think that’s how God feels watching us fall?

Like if He would have just acted faster

Then I wouldn’t be lying here shattered,

With all my pieces flown abroad, 

Underneath these chairs and counters!

Wait... 

This is God, 

The One who not only created glass, 

But He created the counter and the kitchen, 

And the same gravity that pulled the glass to its plunder.

Then why did he let me break asunder?!

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I am broken.

But sometimes I act like I am not.

Like if I pick up a piece and stick it in a slot,

Suddenly I am whole again,

And I say, “Look!"

"Look how God made me...

He gave me all these sharp edges

So, if I don’t use them to cut something,

then I must be denying who God made me!”

Stop… 

I am not a knife. 

I am a cup.

I am broken. 

Sometimes I act like I am whole. 

Never mind the missing pieces,

I think I can hold water just the same.

But I forget,

The only one who is whole is the Holy one Himself.

So, I watch as the life drains from me,

And I don’t have enough fingers and toes 

To plug each gushing orifice. 

I am broken. 

A dry, empty cup is what I am.

What’s my worth? 

Nothing...

I am worthless.

I am broken.

The pieces I am today are jaded and imperfect.

I’ve tried for so long to put myself back together. 

But it always goes so wrong. 

I force a fit until it hurts,

And then I blame the Creator,

“Why would you make me this way!?”

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And then He answers...

“You are holy.”

What?

“You are holy.”

I am Holy? 

Are you kidding me? 

I am full of HOLES! 

I AM NOT HOLY. 

“You are holy.”

You say that like you mean it, 

But it can’t be true, 

I am worthless.

Do you even know me!?

“You are holy.”

Stop saying that!

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Ok…

I am holy. 

I’ve heard you say it.

But when it’s spoken from my mouth, 

it doesn’t feel right.

I am broken

But I am holy. 

You say I am holy.

So, I am holy.

I am holy.

I am holy.