Shattered

shatteredI gather
pieces of me with
bloodstained hands
and hold them to You
my sin running down my arms
to puddle on the floor


Shattered
I fall to my knees
and beg with sinful words
for mercy I don’t deserve
forgiveness I didn’t earn
salvation I’m unworthy of

You take my tattered remains
and mend my gaping wounds
with Hands more gentle than I can bear

Mercy, undeserved, unearned
but mine through grace
You hold me and wash me clean
and let me go
Your greatest gift to me
is my free will to choose You

And I shatter
and gather pieces of me
with bloodstained hands
and hold them to You
again
and again

And again


In Your grace I will live
and in Your sacrifice I will die

and then I will be washed clean
forever.


©2007 Sharon Gerlach


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