Currents of tears running free, deepest hurts spill. He has emptied, broken me, now my soul can fill.
Blessings come gently, washing away pain. Hints of grace beyond clouds. Filling soul again.
Broken tea cups, cracked, chipped, useless to world’s eye. He sees beauty perfect, whole, for vessels He chose to die.
He sees me priceless, white, pure. He views the heart now clean. Never unwanted or unloved. Ardent love from Him.
Broken tea cups, cracked, chipped, still hold substance in. Lift to lips giving forth, benedictions of His chosen.
Written by Vivian Joy