Break me.
Put me on my knees,
where I can find that life
is not about me.
Break me.
Show me that life
can suffer a bruising
and get back up.
Break me.
Mold me into
the sculpture I can be
from the lump I am.
Break me.
Show me the beauty of friendship,
hands grasping mine,
pulling me up.
Break me.
Let me grow beyond
the shell of myself,
rising to heights unseen.
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Great!
I LOVE this poem. Scott, you are so talented! This reminds me the chorus of a CeCe Winans song called, He’s Not on His Knees Yet.
I love what you’re saying here about God’s work in transforming us. I know I will end up reading this aloud as I teach a class sometime in the near future. I love you, Scott!
Great job! I can relate to this one.
Love it. Love the site too. Great job.
How lovely as I was browsing through websites using the Revolution theme to come across this poem. I’m very moved by it. It captures so many profound themes, like surrender, in such a deeply felt way. Beautiful!
To My Wonderful Darling!
I wanted to wait til I posted something in hopes that not many people read my post. I am so proud to be your wife. You are so talented! I love your poems! God speaks through you in your poems. I can’t believe that God finds me so special that He selected me to be your wife! I love you so much! You are my heart!
Love you!
Precious
Like a previous visitor, I found your website via the Revolution website.
I like this poem very much. Simple in structure yet profound in meaning.