Monday, June 1, 2009

Brokenness

To be broken…..


I build walls,

To protect my heart.

Small walls,

So You can still see me,

But I can’t get out.

You let me build for a long time,

Just watching and waiting

For that moment,

The moment when You know

It’s time to break all my walls

It’s the seventh day

The trumpets sound

The walls fall

My heart finds You again.

I realize how long I’ve been building,

And how much I’ve missed having You close.



Lifehouse - Broken


The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight

Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time

I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts

I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out


I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

With a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on

I'm barely holdin' on to you

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