A thousand shards strewn before me
Reflecting the sun's unyielding light
This is me, there is nothing more,
This is my life.

If I can have a moment, grant me this
Please give me time.
With needle and with thread, glue and paste
I will repair that which you
see as a waste.
But, try as I might I can't make a dent.

Sympathetic audiences cheer at my vain attempt.

With bloody fingers and worn out soul
I look to God for greater meaning.

How did I fail?  Where did I go wrong?
Was my faith too weak?
Was it too strong?
Did I love too much, or not enough?

And God answered as he always does
Cryptic and mysterious he chimes in,
"I have nothing more, begin again."