You strive to change this world.
But so many worlds have been
Touched already,
By your gentle, broken soul.

You show me that each face
Has a name and a bottomless
Yearning for affection;
A love that won’t ever leave.

You have opened my selfish
Eyes to the pieces of people,
Shattered at my feet.
And yet most of the shards belong to me.

I watch the bleeding hearts
Mend slowly with every
Word
You didn’t know you said.

When I’m burned out, like
A bonfire after the party’s over,
I witness the Savior light
Your heart with the old ashes.

Once a gentle, broken soul,
Has now become
A phoenix raised to life,
By our Savior.

A whole, and graceful girl
Has unknowingly
Touched
My gentle, broken soul.