Change me but don’t make me whole – at least not yet.
Fix what is broken but leave the cracks. Through fissures You are seen. Fractures show Your glory and tell of my weakness. I need my weaknesses to be told because I don’t tell them often enough.
I try to hide them with distance and a smile.
When did I believe weak wasn’t worthy? When did the Truth of …(Your) power is made perfect in weakness…lose to the lie that perfect is worth pretending to be?
Change me Lord, but don’t make me whole – at least not yet.
Mend what is broken but leave the cracks. Their presence will be Your grace. Broken will be my testimony.
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