Dreams of Broken Glass

Little glass figures sitting on a shelf,

Pretty hopes and dreams I put there myself.

Shiny little figures all in a row,

Colorful desires in the sunshine glow.

Fragile little shapes of all my hopes and dreams,

Sitting on a shelf that wobbles and leans.

My shelf starts to quiver and starts to shake.

One-by-one, my figures fall and break.

I watch them fall and shatter on the floor;

I move to catch them as my tears start to pour.

Pretty shards of glass, scattered all around,

Someone starts to sweep them up off the ground.

Then He uses nails, I watch through tears.

He steadies my shelf to last through the years.

Now He brings me a box and lifts the lid.

Under thin paper I see something hid.

Calvary scarred hands pull back the cover.

I watch Him and I tremble with wonder;

As one-by-one, He places on my shelf

Prettier dreams than ones I found myself.

He lifts me to my feet so I can see

Everything that He’s done, just for me.

So now I live to learn and do His will,

Knowing now that my dreams He will fulfill!