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Whole Again
Broken I come to you A casualty of this great war within Pieces of heart all scattered around Will I ever be whole again?
I've tried to mend it But it all turns to dust in my shaking hands What can you make of me? Is my usefullness based on the shape I'm in?
Where I see a broken vessel, You see an unfinished work of art And you breathe your sweet life in me I am changed again.
I kneel down before you And see visions of love through my tear filled eyes Your hand reaches down and grasps mine You lift me up again
Where I see a broken vessel, You see an unfinished work of art And you breathe your sweet life in me I am changed again.
You take this mess I've made And make me something beautiful My heart bursts at all your grace So I fall down and worship you Holy are you Lord You heal the brokenhearted Jesus, You're so wonderful You make me whole again
Where I see a broken vessel, You see an unfinished work of art And you breathe your sweet life in me I am changed again You make me whole again |
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This song was written at about the same time that Simple and Habakkuk's song were. It seems to be a recurring theme in my life, this brokenness, but I recently got a new picture of it from my good friend, Claire. She told me that my songs were not just about the brokenness of the human condition, but brokenness because God was breaking me. And that is a good kind of brokenness. It is my prayer that we all go through that refining process and come out on the other side holy, pure, righteous, and whole. |
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The Offering
I surrender, but I still hold on All these things that seem to kill me if I let go Take it and make me new My shamefulness, my sin
My pride trembling I lay myself down on the alter and I say to you, "Please bind my hands and my feet I don't want to struggle" Jesus, do what you will I want to be your servant Take my heart and my life Conform my will to yours
A burnt offering, a pleasing insence You won't despise a broken and contrite heart Let your fire burn in me You make my darkness light
My pride trembling I lay myself down on the alter and I say to you, "Please bind my hands and my feet I don't want to struggle" Jesus, do what you will I want to be your servant Take my heart and my life Conform my will to yours |
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This is the latest addition to my collection of songs. I wrote it one week ago, on March 31. So it's pretty new. The inspiration for this song came partly from the book "Hind's Feet on High Places" and partly from my own wrestling with my will and God's will (although Hannah Hurnard says it much more eloquently). Still, I think this song captures that desire to be changed, yet the fear of the unknown - what will happen to me if I should give this up? But God is faithful, and he makes all things new, and never lets a work he has started unfinished. |
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