Shattered expectations
like broken glass
like the broken shards of my heart
Disappointment is my cloak
Regret the dark horse
of what shoulda been
what coulda been
what woulda been
You thought you knew what you wanted
You thought you wanted what you knew
Uncertainty hovers
Tomorrow brings no promise but pain
Yet I look up
there is always the impossible with God
there is always hope with Christ
the Mender of the fragments
the Repairer of the breach
the Restorer of what was lost
the Forgiver of the unforgiveable
In Him I live and move and have my being
In Him I find life
and light.
© Copyright 2014 Beth Jones
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