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[bodytext] => -Broken, I’m broken; I’ve been broken by His love, grace, and mercy, filled with humility and brokenness- -Shattered and splintered by the weight of His glory and the power of His cross, broken into a million pieces in the presence of His holiness- -A fractured vessel with the sacrifice of praise flowing through every crack, that only His loving touch can heal- A fragile jar of clay held together by His passion and the pleasure of His will- In distance shadows, I lived, then with the brightness of His glory, He came with healing wings to forgive- Invading all my darkness with the light of His love and the power of His purpose- Giving me the leverage, I needed in order to arise and stand, with great hope, peace, and patience- -Broken, I’m broken; I’ve been broken by His love, grace, and mercy, full of humility and brokenness- -Shattered and splintered by the weight of His glory and the power of His cross, broken into a million pieces in the presence of His holiness- -A fractured vessel with the sacrifice of praise flowing from every crack, that only His loving touch can reveal- A fragile jar of clay held together by His passion and the pleasure of His will- For He is the repairer of all my breaches, the only one that can mend that which has been cracked and broken- -Restoring me by the word of His power and through the power of His love, which has been revealed and spoken- When in my desperation I cried, He reminded me that He had already died, arising the third day with all power in heaven and in the earth- -Giving me the power to overcome and to subdue all my enemies, through the transformation of the newbirth- -For in His image and likeness, He formed me out of the dust of the ground, breathing into me the breath of life, making my heart beat sound- He, and He only, can fix me, for He created and made me, no one else has the blue prints to my immortal soul or knows my purpose or destiny- Therefore, I will always rejoice and give thanks in the joy of His presence and in the beauty of His holiness- Partaking daily of His and essence, filled with true humility, which is only found in brokenness- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 62 [informant] => joe-joe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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