When I think of a new beginning
I think of unbound fetters.
Tired of the chains that have held
parts of me to the earth.
Pieces I’ve sold to the stones in the sea,
and the mud of the ground.
Each fragment seemingly
hidden to the sweetness
of trusting You.
So I plead,
Wreck me, Lord.
Crush my spirit.
Open this heart
so that it can pour out
all I’ve buried away.
I pray to honor the mornings
You have given me
with this weakness
in my bones.
Make me new, Jesus.

Break me back together.

-aac