in the swamp of anxieties and
endless self-absorbed thoughts.
Woe, woe, woe is me.
My heart was broken,
and like broken shards of a mirror,
they lay upon the dismal soil,
endlessly reflecting myself and my brokeness.
Woe, woe, woe is me.
But one hand, wounded, pierced, bleeding for me,
a Man full broken for love of me,
reached for me and rescued me,
placing me upon the mountain of His love.
And He looked into my eyes
and I looked into His,
and was I redeemed by His love.
I do not worry or fret for tomorrow anymore,
tomorrow's problems are solved by Christ,
God of tomorrow, God of all time.
I think of only the solution not the problem.
You, Lord, are the solution to all my problems,
You are the answer to all my burning questions.
I no longer am bothered
by the dark nights or consoling days.
I no longer look at my brokeness.
I no longer think of myself.
I think of nothing but of God,
I do nothing but love and rejoice and exist in Christ.
For the love of God is mightier than all my brokeness.
I am at peace.
I am free
