Broken Heart by Emily Dana

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Broken Heart

by Emily Dana

If my heart were made of glass,

I’m sure it would have shattered.

If my heart were made of feathers,

It would have blown away. I

f my heart were made of marble,

It surely would have sunk.

If my heart were made of gold,

It would be forever tarnished.

If my heart were made of clay,

It simply would be flattened.

If my heart were made of paper,

It would be crumpled, torn, and shredded.

If my heart were made of paint,

It would be smeared and messy.

If my heart were made of music,

It would be still and silent.

If my heart were made of fabric,

I’m sure it would be threadbare.

If my heart were made of water,

It would have drained away.

But my heart is made of God—

And He holds me in His arms

And fixes where I’m broken.

He pieces the shattered glass back together,

And He gathers the feathers in His hands.

He holds the marble up high on His shoulder,

And He gently polishes the tarnished gold.

He continues to mold my clay with His hands,

And He smoothes the paper, leaving a few crinkles,

So I won’t forget what I’ve learned.

Carefully He dabs the messy paint spots,

And He puts a song in my heart again.

He stitches the fabric and adds a sturdy patch.

Then He takes the water, and uses it to clean my face,

And wash away the tear streaks.

Yes, my heart is made of God,

And He will fill my heart forever.