Songs
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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
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.
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
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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