Torn,
Ripped apart -
Some days are like that
(Not feeling quite whole),
Feeling a need to be mended.
Our own hands cannot do the mending
It takes you
To sew us back together:
The gift of your amazing grace
Is your patch for our tears.
Patch us:
And we're ready to face the world again
In one piece
While we wear the evidence
Of your grace on our sleeves.
[Lots of "P" words from which to choose. How about: paint in us, pardon us, pepper us, poke us, possess us, prepare us, prime us, purpose us...others?]
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