Heal and repair

Jesus, the distresses in my life are many,
The tears come like a flood,
But Your blessings and the reasons that make me smile
Outnumber them!
Am I hated by many?
Yes, but, precious Lord, You love me!
Many don’t understand me,
But You search my heart.
My hopes are broken,
But the blessed hope of Your coming
Is always with me!
My heart is wounded,
But You are a compassionate Healer for me.
The pieces of my broken heart are scattered,
But none of them is lost,
Help me to gather them all and put them in Your hands,
Stick them together with the glue of Your love,
And heal my heart with the balm of Your Word.

by Hripsime Mkrtchyan
Translated from Armenian