Pieces

There is a piece of me that’s devastated,

A piece of me that thought we’d waited and

Finally the moment came where everything could change

And I could see the dreams I’d laid upon

The altar, hoping You would bring a lamb

Hoping you wouldn’t ask me to sacrifice

The very desires I’d believed you’d placed in me,

Yet at the same time, trusting and believing that

You are who You say You are

And You work all things for Your good and Your glory.

There’s a piece of me that’s desperate to accuse

To cry

To rage

To point a shaking finger and claim that

You never were who You said you were

You’re a liar and we’ve changed

It would make it so much easier to

Believe that you’re to blame.

But everything I’ve learned about You

Everything I’ve seen and touched and smelled and tasted

Everything You’ve showed me

Tells me that You are who You say You are

And you never cease to be good

Even when I am disappointed

Devastated

Lonely

And undesired.

You are who You say You are.

There’s a piece of me that aches to hope

That wants to believe that things could be different

That You might open someone elses' eyes

To see me the way You do

Beloved

Redeemed

Beautiful

And worth the risk, worth a shot.

Worth it.

There’s a piece of me that’s skeptical

The very same piece of me that can see all of the reasons why

His eyes aren’t open

Why his eyes don’t see me

The very same piece of me that questions mockingly

How could I ever have believed that there was a reason to hope at all.

There are pieces of me…

So many pieces of me…

And yet You love all of those pieces.

The ones who are confused.

The ones who are let down and disappointed

The ones who ache

The ones who crave touch

The ones who are stressed

The ones who are with joy

The ones who see you

The ones who don’t.

You love the pieces of me

You love me to pieces

So that I might be made whole again.