Sunday, March 28, 2010

"String"


After my "failed marriage," I wondered "how in the world is God going to use me?" I took my vows seriously and for the longest time I felt like someone had literally ripped me a part, without my permission I might add. But over time and by making a conscious choice to allow Him to heal me-God has mended the pieces of my heart. He continues to reveal to me that His love has never changed and never will. He is the same today, tomorrow and forever.

I dedicate this poem to anyone that has had someone taken from them, whether it be through death or divorce. Or to those of you that have struggled in your marriage relationship and long to see God restore it...Allow Him to be "the tie that binds," even if it means-only binding what is left of you.

Romans 8:28
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.


“String”

Have you ever seen a string all by itself?
On the floor, on your clothes, or anywhere else?

It looks so alone lying there
Like dust or a shadow or a piece of hair

And when you go pick up this string
Do you think of it’s purpose in all kinds of things?

Did it hold a button on a cashmere sweater?
Or hold one, two, maybe several seams together

Did it break or was it cut?
Was it too long or not enough?

Why is this string on the floor?
Did someone put it there, or was it just ignored?

Did you ever picture me as that string?
The one that held you with my knots and seams?

And oh how the needle passed as I held you together
A bond so thick that no man should sever

And even in times when each of you frayed
I held your hearts close with the vows that you made

So to you, why am I only a string?
Do you see me in the fabric of all things?

Why do you cling to the things that will break?
Instead of holding on to me and your faith?

You have ripped me out and thrown me on the ground
Instead of cherishing me like a treasure you found

And even now as you are left all alone
I want to bind the pieces that were tossed and thrown

So pick me up where you left me
And change the direction that you are heading

Whether it is two of you or one all alone
You are worth more to me than precious stones

In your mother’s womb I knit you together
And in my heart your name is stitched forever

See My plan is still unraveling you know
It’s never too late to surrender and let the Master sew