just when I thought I had all the pieces in place
the fist comes down
startled pieces jump in fear
stately figures thrown askew
in the aftermath of change
I wince and squint
reluctant to view the horrific scene
of perfection slaughtered
just when I breathe in
and try to muster the strength
to rebuild piece by piece
just when I open my eyes
and begin to plan the next move
I look up to You
and remember I am not a player
but a piece
and there's the real peace.
"There should be a consistency that runs through us all. For Jesus doesn't change—yesterday, today, tomorrow, he's always totally himself. " Hebrews 13:8
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