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Broken. Broken.
Broken.
Piercing shards bleed bright red.
Deep blue drowns in grief.
Worthless array of
Shattered Hope.
 
What good can come
Of broken bits
And scattered shards
Of Life—
Pain, Sorrow,
Disappointment, Grief?
 
The Mender 
Picks up pieces,
Fits together
Pain with Grief,
Sorrow and Disappointment,
Leading
Each to Each
With Love.
 
Lifting it,
Holding it
Before His face,
Light of Grace
Illuminates.
Glory-Fire Ignites,
Enlivens
Artistry
Fit for the halls
Of a King.
 
~RDB
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