Crack the eggs. Pour in the flour.
Three cups of pain. This is your darkest hour.
Toss in the jagged shards of your shattered dreams.
And don’t forget the anger that boils and steams.
Drop in the nails penetrating your soul.
Mix in your failures, whole.
Stir in the longing for the past that you see.
And the reality of what is, and what will never be.
Combine those memories; every one that stings.
Add to that, the brokenness, and the tears that it brings.
Here are the plans, and the what ifs you fear.
Take everything you wish would disappear.
Roll it together into an undone heap.
Cover it with His grace and let it sink deep.
Offer it all; a gift He will gladly take.
Grab hold of the hope-anchor while He lets it bake.