We must be broken to play the part of a servant,
Only then can we bring a heart that is verdant.
We must cast aside all that once truly mattered,
And let our pride and strength be duly shattered.
But all this works in our favour, given the fact
That an image reflects more in a mirror that’s cracked,
And the weak wall that falters is built up with mortar.
So serve in His quarters and He’ll stand in your corner.
Inspired by Watchman Nee’s “The Normal Christian Life”
~Poet of Ephraim