My Prayer

Posted on February 26th, 2008.

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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7 Responses »

  1. 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!

  2. Great job! I can relate to this one.

  3. Love it. Love the site too. Great job.

  4. 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!

  5. 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

  6. 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.

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Scott Killen is a hus­band, father, son, brother and friend. He enjoys fig­ur­ing out how things work and is an avid tech­nol­ogy geek. Scott enjoys smiles and is hap­pi­est when those around him are beaming.