Sometimes God will let our hearts get shattered so we can grow
Mines been broken and tattered, but it’s not cold like the snow
I’ve learned compassion through all of the hurt
A sample of the passion being drug through the dirt
Without the valley, I’d never know the beauty of the peak
In the wilderness, we learn to be quiet and listen to You speak
When it’s all stripped away, we hone in on that one single sound
And without any delay, we learn it’s OK to drown
Drown in Your Love not in the pain or being broken
How could we doubt the One Whose words are the sweetest we’ve ever heard spoken?
I would love nothing more than to say it’s really that simple
I’ve heard Your voice at home, felt You move in the temple
But that doesn’t stop this fickle heart from claiming it knows best
When things go wrong, it’s easy to forget how we’re blessed!
At the end of the day, I’m just an imperfect man
Who finds it easy to sway and stray from Your plan
So, here I am down on my knees crying out for help
Thankful Your Grace isn’t just out of reach like the top shelf
Mercies are new and the greatest Love I’ve ever known
Yet, somehow I’m rewarded for every good seed I’ve sown
I know I don’t deserve it, I’m just a broken jar of clay
And no matter how many times I fall, I will praise You the rest of my days!
+Hope Abounds+
JMB
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