This poem is a response to all that’s wrong with the world, and an ode to Christ’s promise that everything wrong will be made right. It follows the reality of Romans 8:22–23, which says, “For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.”
The brokenness of things
Can be too much to bear.
The longing, the groaning
For wholeness we feel
That burdens the soul
And strains at the mind—
“How long, O Lord?”
We cry, we cry.
The brokenness of things,
When too much to bear,
Is an arrow pointing inward:
The heart, it reveals
The source of the pain,
Its origin defined.
We know for sin
We cry, we cry.
The brokenness of things
Came fully to bear
In his body. All the sting
Of sin concealed,
Bearing the wrath
For death to die.
“My God, my God,”
He cried, he cried.
The brokenness of things
That once we bore
When swallowed up, consumed
By truest life,
The sharpest pain
And tears in the eye—
“This is our God!”
We will cry, and cry.
The brokenness of things
That still we bear
Rises up as groaning.
We long to see
The One for whom
Our faith turns sight.
“Come, Lord Jesus,”
We cry, we cry.