Broken pieces of my heart
All the dreams that fell apart
Gentle Jesus found each one
Never stopped ’til He was done
Made true beauty from my mess
Where I saw just brokenness
But it tore His feet and hands
Now the scars forever stand
Only sign of sin above
Witness to the greatest love
One day He will come again
Lift me from my world of sin
Banish night and all my fears
Answer questions, wipe my tears
Nothing bitter, only sweet
I will worship at His feet
Then I’ll gaze into that face
Wounded by most costly grace
For it tore His feet and hands
Now the scars forever stand
Only sign of sin above
Witness to the greatest love
Whether no one knows our temptations or our whole world knows our addictions, the broken pieces shatter our joy and confidence. Whether our brokenness came primarily from our poor choices or from others' hurtfulness, there is hope in the gentle touch of Jesus' nail-scarred hands. I hope this poem has inspired you to lean more on Him to make beauty from the mess.
We need to remember Jesus was often accused for hanging out with "failures." He was born into a faulty gene pool, lived with dysfunctional disciples, died among thieves, and rose to daily intercede for the rest of us. He has answers for today's pain. He will come soon to personally wipe every tear that is still in our eyes.
Here are some of the wonderful resources available at this website. Some are counseling resources. Some are stories of lives made beautiful out of serious failure and addiction.
Beautiful Minds Wellness Virtual Classroom
Resources for Pornography Addiction
