Break me down to my pieces
You’ll find what’s inside
Are minuscule molecules
Made up of pride
But they’re cinched up with sinews
Of hope in God’s hands
Belief in His purpose
And trust in His plans
I’m a puzzle all fractured
In sharpened ice shards
But He can reform me
And doesn’t mind scars
His hands are all callused
With my heart attached,
But He sews, and He sings,
And remakes me from scratch

– s. Clark