Broken

 

Broken

Broken and battered, twisted beyond repair,

To the human eye, of little value, of little care

Perhaps overlooked and often mistreated

Deemed by men unuseful and defeated.

But oft’ the broken are God’s chosen vessel

Those who’ve learned to follow and not wrestle.

Emptied of self and all worldly ambition

The heart surrendered to God without condition

Ah, these souls know true fulfillment and delight

Doing that which is pleasing in God’s sight.

Their identity is not measured by fame

Nor their worth by status or worldly gain,

But in their weakness God’s mighty hand can move

And through the simple are the wise reproved.

2024