MY BROKENNESS—HIS TREASURE

Right from my very youth
I would wonder at my `fate'
At the distortion of truth
Why happiness was always late.

Why was my childhood bleak and forlorn
Divorced parents - child abuse
Why were dreams broken, hopes torn
Heartache and pain made me a recluse.

I knew and loved the Lord above
Sunday School said He died for me
Then where was He...was this His love -
All this brokenness and misery?

A failed marriage - a sudden death
A widow was I, with a young son
Sometimes I wondered what was left
Why did I keep trusting on and on....

Now years have passed and I look back
I thank Him for what I went through
In His provision I never did lack
His love gave me hope, I was born anew.

Through the storms and brokenness
He walked with me all the way
I cried, I moaned in my loneliness
Pleading my trials be taken away.

Today, my son loves and trusts Him
He's seen more pain than any other
Watched my tears flow to the brim
Yet the Lord was his father and brother.

I have a faith that's strong and true
My brokenness became His treasure
The pain He used my strength to renew
I am now blessed beyond all measure!

My brokenness could return yet again
For I know not what the future holds
With Him in control all loss is gain
Each broken piece - a treasure of gold.