by Catie Martin

Created on: February 22, 2009   Last Updated: May 09, 2009

Shattered glass everywhere I look.

I walk carefully crying uncontrollably

and the tiny fragments are hurting my feet.

When I try to pick up the pieces I pierce my hands.

My heart is breaking.

Oh, Lord, help me.

In the distance I can see a place

where life is beautiful.

There I will look

and behold a reflection of you

in the face of the one I love.

My only hope .

Only you can put the pieces together.

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