Brokenness

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. 2 Cor 4:7

My will was strong

My pride was thick

My self was first

I have my plans in my hands

I know my desires in my heart

I was crafting out my own life

You wanted to love me

You wanted to use me

You wanted to lead me

And because you care so much

You stepped in, crushed my wall

And because you can't bear to see

You stepped in, put a stop

And because you LOVE.

Like soldier running in to battlefield

Like fireman rushing in to rescue life

You firmly, but lovingly, held on to that hammer

and broke down all my walls

I shattered into dusts and ashes

But you picked up my pieces

Not leaving any

You put it back together

Tighten and perfect it with that warmth 

That warmth of yours- called GRACE

Grace-

Not that I deserve

Not that I'm worthy

Grace-

instead of shame

just amazing grace

I look up and I see-

that familiarity 

Is that the same grace?

T'was there from the start

That shimmer of light

In my darkest fight

I couldn't hold it in

What did I do to deserve

Such a Grace like this

Why does He even bother

to reach out like this

Then I realize 
What it meant

When we sang 
Amazing Grace
"I once was lost

But now I'm found

Was blind

But now I see"

In my brokenness

He shines right through.