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Beautiful crystal angel Made to shimmer in the light In your fall you were broken Now in a thousand shards you lay
Incomplete and scattered life A fragment of memories gone Your pain that runs those pieces Lingers a hope almost gone
For what hands could mend thee? And who could make you whole? How could you be beautiful again? And would the scars all show?
Yet in the Great Artist's hands He who first made your beauty glow There's a re-creation from the brokeness More beautiful and completely whole.
07 July 2004
Only He can truly make us whole.
(I think it is spelled scars, isn't it? )
Please pardon me for that suggestion.
I know He has healed many scars in my life.
Praise His Name. Good poem!

23 February 2004
I enjoyed this very much, thanks!