Broken Made New

Hey,

Yay I actually updated! I hope y'all enjoy this!
And, as always,
May this make you think,

Jen

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"Lord Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me." The cry echoed off of the walls of the cold, stone entry hall of the gigantic home as she laid on her hands and knees, not having the strength to stand. It came from a place science could not understand, and reason could not not explain. That place in one's soul where the dark clashes with the light and all of one's emotions go before coming out like a flood.

It was a cry of desperation, without tears or anger just pure horror, shock, and sadness that came from when one had examined their life to find it to be all for naught, useless and wasted. 

"Lord Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me." His cry was one of tears. They came from the heart, one that felt as black as night without the drum of a heartbeat. He knelt as if before a king, and wept, allowing tears to fall down his face. How could he have fallen so far? How could his life turn from a blazing Yule log to burnt ashes? Where was that love now?

And the homeless children under the bridge put on a brave front, but inside  they cried from loneliness, desperation, fear, and exhaustion. The cry that rose came from living on the streets as a child. "Lord Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me", became a chorus among the many voices under the bridge. And during that night, the pure defeat in their voices would have broken hearts of stone. 

And that cry, that desperate shout, or the quiet plea, that prayer brought the one thing the world couldn't bring them, peace on that cold winter's night. Within the world's raging, and the seas crashing, and whilst the earth spins one way, the hearts of the broken were spun the opposite way, pulled above the crushing waves, and lifted out of this spiraling void, set aside for the glory of the Lord, and mercy, peace, and grace became abundant in them. 

Sometimes all it takes is a few words. Lord Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me, a sinner.