Papier-Mâché Heart
Weeping as I dip the broken heart again in the bucket of paste
Trying not to let any of it go to waste
You come upon me, noting the blood
And seeing the heartbreak bud.
I look up at You, Papa
I cry out, “I can’t fix this, I can’t do it!”
You take the heart, stopping the final hit
And You breathe life in to it with a deep, “Ahhh.”
You gather me in Your arms
God keeping me safe from further harms
And I finally see why there were one set of footprints
I had never before had any hints.
And in Your strong hand, cradled with me
You carry the finished papier-mâché
Freshly beating and healing.
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About Jordan Blaylock
Jordan Blaylock is a nurse, working on going into ministry with the UMC, and loves to write. She’s also managing the Unfundamentalist Instagram account.