Father,
do you still love me?
Do you even know me anymore
because I don’t recognize
the face in the mirror.
But you see the inside,
you see my broken heart
and are willing to fix it
when I would only
hurt myself trying
to fix it on my own.
Not only will you fix it,
but you’ll wipe the glass clean
and replace it with your image.
You’ll make me whole again,
a new creation
worthy of your love.