Pieces I hold in my hand,
If all was lost like sand.
Alas, I know the healer,
He to new life is my revealer.
He puts the pieces together,
He calms the wayward weather.
I know not how they fit,
But He is the ruler of all of it.
Give Him the brokenness,
And He will straighten out the mess.
Do not hold them to yourself,
Do not place them back on the shelf.
Gather all the broken pieces,
Do not rely on the golden fleeces.
Let not your life in ashes remain,
But in the blood for our sins slain.
-Wade Jinright
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