Healing, poetic prose

His Carpenter Hands

Dejected I sit
Legs crossed
Head bowed
Heart heavy
Soul weary

Shame and disappointment surround me

In my hands lay broken pieces
Broken dreams

Tears fall
Heart constricts
I can’t breathe

Lord, my heart hurts
So bad
Please help me
Please save me

You walk in
Instantly, I shrink back
Weakly I plead
Please Lord
I messed up
Please forgive me

Slowly He approaches

What’s this? He asks
His gaze on my hands
On my broken pieces
My broken dreams

I messed up
I ruined everything
Please Lord
I’m so sorry

May I have them?

I can fix them
I can piece them back together
I just need time
I can do it
I know I can

Patiently He waits

But Lord…
What if You can’t fix them?
What if You make it worse?
What if You don’t give them back?
Who would I be without them?

I want them
They’re mine
I can fix them
I know I can

Still, He waits…

But Lord…
How do I know I can trust You?
How do I know You won’t let me down?

His gaze gentles
As He crouches down

I got this

Fear rises within me
Is He safe?
Is He worth it?
Can I truly trust Him?

I look down at my broken pieces
My broken dreams

Please Lord
Please help me
Please forgive me

He reaches out
Hesitantly, I drop them in His hands

Please God
Please don’t let me down

My beloved one
I’ve got Carpenter hands
I can make ALL things new
Just watch and see what I can do!

“For I’m about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19

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