Restored by the Sea

Broken pieces

wash away into the sea

All the ugly parts

of me

I'm free? 

Sand should be washed white

Flawless and perfected

Pure

Or so I thought

it'd be

Like I'd blink my eyes 

a flash of light -

(ning)

It'd all go away, 

But in

reality

wounds heal, and

scars are there to stay 

Broken pieces do 

wash into the sea

Those ugly pieces pulled

by curling crests and forceful waters

Salty with tears of sins and sorrows 

But there are divots and dents

Fragments of shell crushed into the sand 

The ugly washed clean

Not perfected, but

Redeemed 

But you can't forget the stories

If scars fade there's nothing to tell

Because I'm sanctified by blood and bruises 

Cleansed by grace for my depravity 

I can't forget that I'm unworthy 

Power of wind and waves remind me

I'm not needed, but, 

still held in high esteem 

Wind grabs ahold and pulls me

dragging broken pieces down

Washed into the sea

And the stormy waves

They wreck me

It was never a quick fix

Not one simple storm 

to wash it all away

Because those broken pieces run deeper

I'm not perfected, but

Redeemed 

And the stormy waves are pleading

Come with Me