Repurposed

Dreams splinter but do not dissolve.  

This breaking is holy, hold it close.  

Your wounds will feed the starving ground.  

Pain reshapes, chisels you into light.  

Silent obedience is its own prayer.  

The pit is not the final story.  

Every betrayal sharpens the divine blade.  

What they meant for harm rebuilds nations.  

You cannot see the end from here.  

Still, your going is your greater witness.  

God moves in shadows, shifting purpose quietly.  

Rise, though the climb carves you thin.  

Like Joseph, exiled, shaped for more.  

Nothing is untouched by heavenly design.  

Each loss, each ache, bends toward reason.  

Beauty grows fierce in unexpected soil.