Sunday, May 06, 2012

Poetry Sunday ~ Broken Beauty

Job 40: 10 Deck thyself now with majesty and excellency; and array thyself with glory and beauty.

Broken Beauty
 Take me as I am...
broken beauty
a small token
forlorn duty.

Hold me...
as I crumble
I will rise
newly humble.

Hear me weep...
all my sighing
I am me
beauty dying.

Touch me...
worthy crown
all my heart
falling down.

Lift me up...
to the skies
as my world
slowly dies.

Find me...
in the mire
peel me
from the fire.

Guide my soul...
to the realm
where God alone
mans the helm.


Stormcrow said...

Don't look broken to me...

joni said...

I needed that!

benning said...

One of your best! :D

joni said...

Wow! Ben,you popped in for a second? Literally! :D

Thanks buddy! :D