Ashes

On the edge of self-destruction,
Been searching for answers,
In places all wrong.
Looking in the mirror,
At my own worst enemy…
I need relief so I sing this song.

I am just a pile of ashes,
Created from the dust,
By Your hands.
Please hold me tight,
I need reassurance of Your love tonight.

Let Your light shine,
Into the depths of my soul,
Why You even want me at all,
I just wonder because,
I am just a broken piece,
A broken piece of the wall.

I am just a pile of ashes,
Created from the dust,
By Your hands,
Please hold me tight,
I need reassurance of Your love tonight.

In awe of Your wonderous glory,
You dressed me in a coat of colors,
Yet I am so close to giving up…
You never said it would be easy,
On this road I walk,
Jesus, please take this cup.

I am just a pile of ashes,
Created from the dust,
By Your hands.
Please hold me tight,
I need reassurance of Your love tonight.

In the pile of my ashes,
One small coal is still hot,
You pluck it out and hold it,
You light me on fire with your love.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

2 thoughts on “Ashes

  1. You might be encouraged by my poetry post today ‘The King’s Daughter’, for that is who you are! Life can be really, really hard, as I know from experience, whether it’s mental or physical health issues. I have ventured into both of those lands on more than one occasion! You have a beautiful and gentle soul and I love your heartfelt poems. JESUS is certainly with you…

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