Healing for Brokenness
Living Broken Again BLOG By Susan Vaughan Shumake
1/10/2023
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Who has stayed the Father’s hand? Who can try the Master’s plan? Who has crushed this daughter still? Who can move the Father’s will? Lost, without a battle plan. Dropped the sword out of my hand. Kingdom Voice is trapped within. Who will listen to me again? Tried too many times in grief. Never finding real relief. I have lost the Key this time. Too great a mount to ever climb. Father, lift me from this place. Too many years of Hell’s disgrace. Another year is at the Day. The day You let Brokenness come my way. My heart of hope, is lost in pain. Another year has had its’ end. How could you let this come again? A daughter’s worth crushed in Your hand? Body weak from lack of strength. Fighting pain a year in length. Frail from lying weeks in bed. Muscles atrophied instead. I can barely speak today. I can barely bow and pray. I can barely wait on You. Father, this alone is true. Recklessness is not my past. My heart is always open glass. Fragile, to the point of pain. Bearing Brokenness, again. How am I to understand? Why You allowed this destruction? I give my life, my all to You. A heart of worship, Gold and glued. Three times suffered, in this place. Given Mercy, Life, and Grace. How is it, I am almost lame? Hallowed, sunken legs, and frame? I have no strength, to rise again. I have no words of Hope, for them. Given over to the Destroyer’s abuse. Body beaten, broken, and bruised. Reliving Job, in suffering, Allowed destruction, sent from a King. Father, Father, can’t you see? I am on Broken, bended knee? Give me grace, to walk this road. Help me to lift, and carry this load. I have nothing to offer, no prize has been won. Nothing to give to Jesus, Your Son. Lost on the way, to Hopelessness. Waiting for Healing, that’s Heaven sent. Beauty for Ashes, to give me relief. Healing for Brokenness, is what I need. ***** Psalms 109:22-31 NKJV "For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me. I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust. My knees are weak through fasting, And my flesh is feeble from lack of fatness. I also have become a reproach to them; When they look at me, they shake their heads. Help me, O LORD my God! Oh, save me according to Your mercy, That they may know that this is Your hand— That You, LORD, have done it! Let them curse, but You bless; When they arise, let them be ashamed, But let Your servant rejoice. Let my accusers be clothed with shame, And let them cover themselves with their own disgrace as with a mantle. I will greatly praise the LORD with my mouth; Yes, I will praise Him among the multitude. For He shall stand at the right hand of the poor, To save him from those who condemn him."
