Out of the ashes and broken dreams
Emerges a soul
Stripped to its core
All safety has gone
Comfort has run away
And now all that is left
Is a hole filled jar
Brokenness has no power to boast
But in the One who makes one whole
There’s not a sliver of the heart which he can’t hold
A corner of pain He does not know
There is beauty in the brokenness
A God who takes those shattered dreams
Forming something beautiful from these ashes
A mosaic of the broken
Vessels to call out to the brokenhearted
Come to the Father all who are weary.
Life in His Mosaic 