Sometimes God breaks us to the point of almost losing faith. Before we give up entirely, He reaches out His hand right when we need it. He holds us in pieces and puts our mess back together.
My heart is so broken, battered, bruised
I am worn down
My will has been set a wither
Dost thou come hither from distant lands
Just to gloat over my debris
Thou hast made a mockery of this tragedy
When my strength fades
And the very power from my soul fades
But before our world turns to darkness
Who is there to remake
Who is there to restore
Who is there to renew
Christ’s light shines through
This is a very good poem! 
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