Broken

Blessed are the brokenhearted who seek God,

His compassion washes over their sorrow

Healing their grieving hearts and soothing their souls

Whoever feels shame rather than sorrow is at risk

They only prepare themselves once more for the fall

For shame draws upon itself, but grief draws us to God

Indeed, both pride and sorrow can break the heart, but

Only grief can break the whole, pride does not know how

One part concerned only with itself, cannot break the whole

Shame only seeks to restore one’s own supposed glory

Sorrow longs for the healing only God can bestow

Shame and sorrow's subtle differences are soon manifest

Only a short time passes before the proud fall again,

While true grief heals but slowly; it cannot run, only walk

To walk offers contemplation; to run leaves no time to reflect

God will restore those who walk with Him in their mourning

They give Him their time and request restoration from Him

That they may press onward with greater faith, hope, and vigor

He never abandons His children, even the wayward

God hears the wayward, who cry out with an open heart,

Broken and grieved by the agony God suffered for their sins

The rest are too busy in the race onto their next great feat

They will achieve what they may, only to see it waste away

They demand God let them alone, to let them do as they wish

Many do not realize their grave mistake until too late,

Because God does indeed grant their requests

He leaves them alone, and their own passions destroy them

Whilst the ignorant race toward restlessness and ruin

The mourners find sustenance and rest for their soul in His arms

Those too weak to continue on their own He will carry

He knows their pain, and more, having drank the bitter cup

He transformed the bitter cup into a wellspring of life

That all who drink from His cup may walk from death into life

His immeasurable love fills, heals, and restores all it touches

Whoever seeks Him will find Him, and will find love, for He is love