Shattered

Horribly broken am I
Not a little damaged
A tiny bit dented
Or worse for the wear
But tragically 
Oh so tragically broken

Shattered
Like 
The gutter's discarded wine bottle
Useless to all who behold
Storing liquid no more
Watch for the sharp edges
The sharp jagged edges
That you don't cut yourself

Yet
You see my usefulness
My beauty
You, Jesus, repurposed me
You gently picked up my shards
You composed them
Along with all the others you've pursued
Into your gorgeous mosaic

You've made me a part 
Of something more beautiful 
Than the individuals therein
I'm beautiful to you
You, my friend are beautiful 
And important to Jesus, too

Come
Ask him to pick you up
Let him merge your shattered shards
Into his glorious mosaic
Into his spectacular masterpiece