Dying Dreams And Resurrection

Resurrect my hopes and dreams
that died so deep within.
Stir my heart, stilled be grief,
to beat with joy again.

Like you arose, please raise in me
the hope life stripped away.
Call to life those dormant dreams
in my soul's silent grave.

In each dark corner of my soul,
lifeless, empty, worn,
Breath new life, revive my heart,
where hope seemed lost and gone.

More Than Just "Close To The Brokenhearted"

Psalm 147:3 

"He heals the brokenhearted 
and binds up their wounds."

"Close to the brokenhearted, close to the brokenhearted," I would whisper that phrase over and over to myself when I was younger and facing some sort of crisis. I found comfort in the image of a tender Jesus cradling His wounded children, slowly pouring comfort and healing into their brokenness.

Not so long ago in life, I whispered those words to myself again: "close to the brokenhearted, close to the brokenhearted."

But the words immersed themselves more deeply within me this time. For most of my life, I had known He is close to the brokenhearted. For much of my life, I had known that we are not alone in our suffering, because Jesus lived life on this earth too. Jesus experienced sorrow, anger, rejection, betrayal...Jesus experienced the people He served not valuing the person He was.