Scattered jumbled pieces
Strewn about and all around
Like a giant jigsaw puzzle
Fallen pieces on the ground
Try to put them all together
It's impossibly complex
Seems like pieces never fit
They seem twisted and perplexed
Pick the pieces out by color
So very many different hues
Pinks, purples, shades of taupe
Greens, brown, fuchsia, orange, and blues
Pick them out by lines and angles
But the lines are never straight
Crooked, jagged, wavy, broken
Too complicated to translate
Pick them out by shapes of objects
Oh so many, all confused
All gets jumbled more than ever
Tattered pieces often used
Pieces worn by many passersby
Trying to figure out and sort
The pieces that looked appealing
Pretty pieces they would court
But oh so many crumbled pieces
Never was the picture whole
Much like an anguished spirit,
No peace or comfort for the soul
So the pieces, though they were pretty
No one could bring them all together
So the puzzle got thrown out
The thing endured all sorts of weather
The pieces, they laid scattered
Under sunshine, snow, and sleet
Good for nothing, left in pieces
The picture never made complete
Until one day God looked from heaven
For a small piece called up to Him
The piece was tattered, faded, soiled
Its colors spilled and ugly, lines were dim
But as the Lord picked up the piece
That had called unto His name
He saw that the piece was the very center
A broken heart that was in pain
The Father breathed upon the piece
Then He rubbed it to His cloak
The piece triumphantly shouted
The fragments from their slumber woke
They looked unto the Father
They bade Him take them too
He picked up the broken pieces
In His hand they became new
Each piece that had been weathered
Forgotten, neglected, and abused
Instantly became strengthened
His love no longer they refused
As they basked, refreshed and joyous
Taking in the brightness of the Son
He gently placed each transformed piece
Making all parts become as one
The puzzle is no longer jumbled
No longer a puzzle, but now a story
For the Master embraced the pieces
For His pleasure, for His glory
The whole surely understands
What it is like to be rejected
It can sympathize with shattered pieces
Knows what it’s like to be neglected
It longs to reach out to help others
It seeks pieces that are broken, used
For it can take them to the Father
No not one will He refuse
