* This was a personal revelation of healing from the Lord I made into a poem*
Like a Fragile Porcelain Doll
Broken
In peices
Slowly
Gently
being put back together
By the hands of the Lord
The broken Doll
is me
Pains of the past seep into the empty holes
Emotions swirling rapidly into a dense ball
Hardening
Uncomfortability
Aching Negativity
Slowly being healed
Peices being put back together
Restoration is key
slowly Being made complete
Stonger
Stronger
Growing stronger because He the Almighty Sustains Me
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