When wheat is broken and crushed
It makes
delicious bread
Making us healthy and robust
Which could have never been
so
If it was never crushed and
broken
When flower petals are
crushed
There is a fragrance
That touches the torn world
The aroma of flowers
relaxing
Refreshing and invigorating
In brokenness, there is hope
To search for something more
In brokenness, there is a
release
From the chains of the past
In brokenness you are
nothing
To know in the Lord you are
everything
Then only will He build you
On your broken ruins
He hammers down your house
To build a great palace
He tills and breaks your
hardened soil
To plant seeds to make a
lovely garden
So after the season
of brokenness and pain
The flowers will burst forth
and bloom
And you stand in victory's
gain!
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