Jesus is the glue when we’re falling apart

Monday Message

Young
Yet old
With a wisdom filled soul
 
Disheveled
But fine clothed
 
Bearing burdens of strife
and heavy yokes
 
Behind those tired eyes are secrets
Tucked in tight
 
Like the smile lines
That only appear every once in a while
 
Tried and true
That old dusty heart of glue
 
Glued pieces
From listening to what he says
Or she says
and never knowing the real reasons
 
Always on defense
guarding that heart
and protecting that mind
Only letting very few see what's inside
 
A rare gem
A true beauty
Endless as time
 
and that's what we all live for
Counting every second that goes by
 
Instead of the moments
The journey's pivots
The sharp turning
Accomplished only by listening
and learning
 
The sound of the voices
Having discernment
 
Who is with me?
Who is for me?
 
When all odds are stacked up against me
 
There is only One
So radiant
So pure
 
A soft whisper of morning dew
Sunkissed beauty
and natural allure
 
Simply reaching
Simply waiting
On someone like you
To glue the final piece
and make a broken heart brand new
 
"O Lord, you have searched me and have known me.
You know my down-sitting and my uprising;
You understand my thought afar off.
You sift and search out my path and my lying down, and
You are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue [still unuttered], but,
Behold, O Lord, You know it altogether."
Psalm 139:1-4

Abigail Rice