Our lives are smattered
Because of these things that “mattered”
Plastered, shattered
Our lives are tattered
In our emptiness
We’re depleted
In our brokenness,
We’re completed
These mountains we’re scaling
This unending failing
The wailing, the wailing
In tears, He hears us
Our caches, He clears us
Blood stains, He cleans us
In wounds, He heals us
The blurs get clearer
As He moves nearer
Hope changes our stories
As He is given the glories
Our toes are curling
It’s ended
It’s over
We. Are. Made. New.


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