We’re all broken;
those, God chooses
to do great works.
The ones who know
pain.
It’s Us, the broken
people; shattered
by the world.
Our voices and
compassion. The
scars that say,
“I know. I’ve been there.”
All the shed
tears, heartbreaks,
trauma-
pain.

Us. We the broken
people. Our lives-
We, who confound
the strong with
our courage to go
on. Our burning
need, to never say,
“fail.”
To get back up.
It’s Us. He uses,
because
we,
understand.