Beautiful verse by Cheryl McGrath
Sometimes we need a reality check. Sometimes we fall for our own propaganda. Sometimes we just need to sit at the feet of Jesus long enough, still enough, to cease striving to live up to our own warped image of ourself. Sometimes, no often, we need to give ourselves permission to admit we don’t have it all together and quite probably never will. And then we need to understand, in our deepest places, that’s actually OK.
God is profoundly attracted to brokenness.
I saw You cup your hands
Around a fading flame
And gently breathe it back to life
And crown it with your name
I heard You whisper love songs
Of promises unbroken
And sing upon that fragile flame
‘Till its fire was awoken
I saw You hold a dying reed
Bent low upon its knees
And blow upon its crippled heart
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