God’s Glass

A broken bottle lands on shore,

No longer useful anymore.

The wind and waves begin to roar!

But God has plans for broken things.

...

That broken glass returns to shore—

Each piece much smoother than before—

No longer useless anymore,

For God recycles broken things.

And God can use the surging sea

To smooth each edge on broken me.

He sends the storm; He sets me free!

My God delights in broken things.