Petite and small
Sick and poor
Yet despite all your kingdom to me you give
Broken and torn
I gravel at your feet
Broken and torn
Your mercies I beg
But through it all you love me
Broken and torn
So often have I wandered
But never have you left
Salvation is far away but your arms are open wide
Your father has promised heaven
Even though it I don�t deserve
Some how you love me
Broken and torn
Always open,
The doors to my soul.
Do you see
What is truly me?
Or are you blind?
Look and see,
What is truly me.
