Remade New

Broken pieces shattered laid 
Imploded each upon themselves 
Scattered, fractured all about
‘Til collected there by Love

“What will I be?” thought the pot 
Exposed rawness yawning wide 
For all to see its helplessness 
All pretenses gone to hide 

By struggles shards could not reform
Together as they rightly should 
Resigned at last the pot gave up 
Waiting for Who only could 

There it lay hoping long 
‘Til finally dawn its rise began 
The pot could rest, it realized 
Itself it surely could not mend 

Yielding to its Maker true 
With complete content and calm 
The pot was mended, crafted new 
Filled with glorious reborn song 



“I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.” (see Psalm 139:14 NKJV)