Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

In my minds eye I did see
A beautiful vase sitting in front of me
I cared for this vase, I shined it still
Yet the vase, it took a big spill

The great care I took, it did no good
T'would ve been better made of wood
For it fell from my hands one day
Broken beyond repair I must say

Blood flowed as I cleaned the mess
I just couldn't take care of the rest
Broken dreams across the floor
Shattered glass and nothin' more

Now that my beautiful vase was gone
It had definitely been a shallow one
The care I had taken was for naught
A pile of glass was all that I got

Broken dreams across the floor
Shattered glass and nothin' more
I asked God to show me a better way
And this is what He had to say

Come child and He showed me a room
Many shelves lined this dusty old tomb
Upon these shelves was many an urn
Big ones, small ones, alot to learn

The master nodded as I looked at the cup
A sturdy one, not fancy, as I picked it up
I could see this one would not break easily
It would stand up to time and stress I see

Not very pretty as the last one had been
As the days went by and the care would begin
I saw the strength and the beauty of this one
Something I had not seen before, it didn't run

If you don't understand my story and rhyme
Let me explain it just, one more time
The first vase was only me on my own
Before God's light through me had shone

The life I had before God you see
Was my life the way I wanted it to be
It was fragile and not very strong
But God stepped in and now I belong

The world is shallow and breaks apart
My shattered and broken heart
The masters plan is much better for me
That makes my life as it should be

One of beauty through His love shines
Solid and true His beauty is now mine
When God puts the pieces back together
There isn't anything you cannot weather

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