Sea Glass Memories

Memories, like sea glass, wash upon the shore,

Once sharp and painful, now cut no more,

They've been polished and tumbled by the gentle ebb and flow,

Of God's precious grace and tears that I've sowed.

Each piece a treasure and beautiful in its own way,

A token of lessons learned, some the hard way,

But I wouldn't trade them for  money or gold,

I'll share them with the hurting that need something to hold,

Longing for love, lost and confused,

Feeling alone, tired and used,

I'll pull them up by the hand and lift up their head,

And point them to the only One that can breathe life into the dead.

Only He can truly love all our hurts away,

Only He can love us in such an extravagant way,

That makes us feel beautiful and makes us stay,

When we want to hide or run away.

He loves us broken until we are whole,

He loves us the way we don't even know— 

We need to be loved.

He's the missing piece to our puzzle, 

He's the key to our lock,

He's the house with the light on, He's the open door when we knock.

In Him we are whole,

Nothing missing.

Nothing broken.

Only our memories of our broken past,

He polishes and tumbles them like beautiful pieces of sea glass.