Shattered

Piece by piece I pick up the the shattered glass representing the destruction of my past. Our hands both bloody as the shards of pain sear into our flesh.

In His hands He still bares the scars, that signify His unwavering LOVE for me. He endures my pain right along side of me. He continues to take on what He never deserved. For I am not alone. .

With HIS touch the fragments of my life begin to heal. The darkness that has been so prevalent begins to change into light.

Although the cracks to my soul remain.. I am made whole again. He lovingly holds and guards not only my past.. but my present and my future.

-J.N.L.