Broken Body

*For Larry and Jean Elliot, Karen Watson, and David and Carrie McDonnall

You say we are a body; we all make up You
Is that why I hurt inside
When I hear this news?
They were Your fingers; they were Your toes.
My soul aches to have lost them.
Yet Your body is complete.
Satan breaks it, but You make it whole.
He drives nails through it,
And a spear in Your side, breaking Your heart.
But You are forever, and forever reign.
Thy will be done down here.
Prove Your mighty plan...
A broken body here on earth
Is finally restored in Your glory!

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