Living Broken for Your Throne
Living Broken Again BLOG By Susan Vaughan Shumake
2/10/2022
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Who is it I’m supposed to be?
Reckless emotions mess with me
Plans I planned are all of naught
Nothing happened as I thought
Stripped out from beneath my feet
Hollowed bones need now to treat
Trampled, tripped up by my own
Whirling, crashing in my home
In an instant rush of pain
Living Broken once again
Your Beauty broken in a day.
Was I headed the wrong way?
Was I not supposed to teach?
Who am I supposed to reach?
Was I to sit and not to stand?
Apparently this is Your Hand.
Shamed within this Brokenness.
Brought back to my helplessness.
New scars now mark this fragile frame.
Sunken muscles. Almost lame.
Lost direction. Lost my voice.
Lost my witness. Lost my choice.
Lost my freedom in this place.
Bound by Brokenness, Hell’s embrace.
Suffering silence once and still.
Lost my Heart, my Hope, my Will.
Submitting to Your Sovereignty.
Is this, O LORD, My Destiny?
There is nothing that I hold
You are my Breath, my Life, my Gold
You alone hold me in place
Mended healed in Broken Space
My Brokenness is Yours to bear.
You alone can take me there.
You have suffered for my pain.
Make me strong to walk again.
By Your stripes I am made well.
Guard me from this living Hell.
One day down and three steps back.
Forgive me for the faith I lack.
The days I bathe myself in tears
Father take my pain, my hurt, my fears.
And when I shelter in Your Wing
Give me strength to soar again.
Lift me from this Broken place
Cover me with love and grace
Be the balm I need to Heal
Let your Beauty be revealed.
Hold me when I’m all alone.
Living Broken for Your Throne.
I give my life to Glorify.
To share Your Work and Testify.
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