beauty...broken

i know beauty is in brokenness
He becomes greater, I become less
but what do I do when the pain gets too great...
to bear the weight?
the heart ache
makes my heart break
shatter
rip into tatters
and shreds
'till there is no more left

He must be greater, I must be less

I've asked Him to break me
I've asked foolishly
never once thinking He'd grant my request
never imagining He wanted what's best
for me
or take me so seriously

I can't seem to find a way out of this mess
I'm feeling the cost of my weariness
heaviness
that invades my body and soul
makes me so tired
confused
angry
upset

spent
with nothing left

I wish I could see His daylight
I wish He'd save me from this night
sometimes I sit with eyes shut tight
and pray
"Please take this all away"...

silence

All I can do is trust
rest
even amidst my desires to scream
and wishing it were all a dream
in the end-
beauty's for my brokenness
i cry

He'll become greater, I'll become less

and then maybe I'll know why
He had to come and die.



"weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning."

02 December 2008