Busy Streets

Busy streets filled with noisy crowds,
Littered gutters with straying hounds.
Thickness in the air makes it hard to breathe;
Brokenness breaks this heart in me.

Taken back by the story told,
Translated words of restored hope.

Renewed heart beats once more,
As I see my life just as broke.
The need of a savior, denial of self:
A God Who died for me, and not just everyone else.

Busy life filled with noisy crowds-
Beautiful mess set free, now unbound.

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