The Broken Tool
The Broken Tool
(for JY)
We try to mend
What’s broke in us
But broken tools
Can’t see their own faults to undo;
The broken one
Must bend beneath
The Master’s touch
And let Him break and make anew.
No human work
Could mend the gulf
That lay between
Our lost estate and God, to reach,
But in His grace
And righteousness
God sent His Son
To be the Word that mends the breach.
When Jesus cried
upon that cross.
”My God, my God.
Why have you forsaken me?”
And when he died,
He took away my sin,
And Adam’s loss
Was fully restored in me.
The very trees
And rocks and stones
And hills and flowers
proclaim one name: Jesus, always.
Not stars above,
Death’s valley low,
nor hell beneath
Can hide us from His loving gaze.
The bride awaits
The groom’s return
O come, Lord, come!
And save your bride who waits for You!
The first will be
The very last
I’the kingdom’s feast
When all will be restored in You.