Only God Can Use a Broken Man
He’s found a spot that’s still tender,
I beg to heal—so to Him, I surrender.
A prayer for the man in the mirror:
Brighten his smile, make the tremble clearer.
His heart’s been cold, with a steel-feel touch,
Make his diamond heart a velvet gem in a pouch.
Help him collect all the dropped balls,
Piece life together like Matryoshka dolls.
Open his truth-crusted curtain,
Let him see beyond—to peaks uncertain.
Provide him with a mustard seed,
And feet that move where You might lead.
Guide this cub; grant him the defiance of a lion,
And lead him home—back to Mount Zion.
For this boy has strayed from Your hand,
And buried his faith deep in the sand.
He sought refuge in shaded boroughs,
Yet still You whispered, “I have better tomorrows.”
I know this reflection has been a fluke,
He’s neither been warm nor cold, just—luke.
Pick him back up and restore Your plan,
’Cause only God can use a broken man.
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