The Broken into Beautiful

You allow me to come to the end 

To be completely crushed, broken 

For when I am utterly empty, so done for 

It is there you meet me. 

When all else comes crashing to the ground 

Hopes dashing against The Rock 

There’s no other light I’ve found 

May I cling tightly to Him 

Who has something different in mind 

Even though this way seems dim 

As for Him, His Ways are perfect 

His Ways are past finding out. 

Can I not give Him my dreams 

That my hands may be free 

So I may cling to The Solid Rock 

While waves crashing all around me 

Trying to batter me to and fro 

All the while may I 

Cling even tighter to The Rock 

It’s edges seem rough 

And while others might mock 

These sharp pains are worth it 

They’re so much less 

Than the sorrow He has borne 

It may seem like everything 

In a moment like this 

But may I consider my suffering 

Worth nothing compared to His 

May I care more for my Savior 

Than for my own worried self in this storm 

Desiring not to displease Him 

Even when I’m wearied and worn 

Despite my own feelings, these painful emotions 

Even in this light and oh so momentary 

Tests, trials, temptations alike 

Yearning to bring Him all the glory 

Amen