O God, I am so fragile;
my dreams get broken,
my relationships get broken,
my heart gets broken,
my body gets broken.
What can I believe,
except that you will not despise a broken heart,
that old and broken people shall yet
dream dreams,
and that the lame shall leap for joy,
the blind see,
the deaf hear.
What can I believe,
except what Jesus taught;
that only what is first broken, like bread,
can be shared;
that only what is broken
is open to your entry;
that old wineskins must be ripped open and replaced
if the wine of new life is to expand.
an excerpt from the prayer What can I Believe , Guerrillas of Grace: Prayers for the Battle, Loder.
