© Steph Gutmann, 2009
A hurting broken world
Has fallen to her knees in the dust and the dirt
Anguish torments her deepest soul
Creating a deep and bitter hole
Terror and fear reign over her life
Sorrow and pain the result of her strife
As pieces of her shattered heart
Are held loosely in her hands
In turmoil she counts the cost
Of everything she knows she has lost
Tears flow from mournful eyes
As she stares at an earth which has become dry
Trying to revive the ground
To make it softer so life can grow
But no one else wants to know
And so, these tiny shoots of restoration die
Hopelessness floods her confused mind
As she looks down at the chains that bind
Brokenness the order of her day
Causing the bitter churning within her to stay
And finally, with the last fading ray of light
The day makes way for the night
This earth can no longer fight
Everything hidden within its darkness…
Who will comfort her?
Who will collect the pieces of her heart,
As they fall amongst the dust and the dirt?
Who will wipe away her tears
As they fall to the ground and mix with the soil?
Who will soothe away the pain
In the deepest part of her anguished soul?
God – we cry out to You
We need You
Please …
Lord Jesus – Come.
