Broken Yet a Blessing


When God breaks me down to shards,

Let me be as the Alabaster Jar,

Broken yet a blessing,

Shattered to spread fragrance.


When God asks me to die to my self,

Let me be as a fallen grain of wheat,

Dying yet reborn,

Buried to bear much fruit.


When God beckons me to follow Him,

Let me carry my cross daily,

Shamed yet honoured,

A life lost to gain eternity.


When God reveals His glory,

Let me fall down at His feet,

Humbled yet glorified,

Casting crowns to worship eternally.

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