Poetry Sunday ~ Broken Beauty

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

Broken Beauty

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 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.