im just beginning to see

all the brokeness inside

in me

in those around me



why are we so afraid of letting others see how weak we really are

how frail

why must we put up this mirage that we can take it

that we can hold it together

when we're really struggling to breathe

struggling to keep afloat



we're crying out for help on the inside

but we're too proud to show



all the pain, disappointment, hurts

broken dreams, broken hopes, broken lives......



we yearn and pine for someone to hold our hands through it all

to give us that little bit to make it better

to tide us over



but no one ever seems to hit the spot



we cut ourselves, our hands/our hearts

to numb one pain

we run and run

seeking solace and forgetfulness

our tears fall, we harden our caloused hearts

but we fall too many times

and end up broken

inevitable

maybe



thank God i found Him

or rather

He found me



the one who will hold our hands

carry us on His back

collect our tears

and mend our hearts

the one who makes it alright

who holds together our reality

even as it seems to split at its seams



teach me Lord
to be merciful
to love those who need Your love
to look past the cold exterior and see the needs
to learn to love as You love
purify my heart
make me as clean as snow again

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love