BROKEN

ALL HE ASKS OF ME IS THIS:

TO STOP THIS STANDING TALL IN MY PRIDE

TO LAY MY EGO-SELF ASIDE

TO LAY ON MY FACE LIKE A MAN WHO HAS DIED.........

BE BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

ALL HE TELLS ME TO DO IS THIS:

TO LOVE MY NEIGHBOR AS MYSELF

TO SHARE WITH THE HUNGRY WHAT I HIDE ON MY SHELF

TO GIVE ALL I HAVE BUT ABOVE ALL, MYSELF..........

BE BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

ALL HE COMMANDS ME TO DO IS THIS:

TO LOVE HIM WITH MY STRENGTH AND SOUL

TO TRUST HIM WHEN THE WORLD GROWS COLD

TO LIVE FOR HIM TILL I DIE OLD................

BE BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

ALL HE LONGS FOR ME TO DO IS THIS:

TO GATHER UP MY BROKEN THINGS

AND LAY THEM THERE BENEATH HIS WINGS

AND WEEP FOR HIM TILL MY HEART SINGS...........

BE BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

MY BROKENNESS IS NECESSARY

I'M LIKE A POTTER'S FIRST FIRED PLATE

WITH MISSING EDGES AND UNEVEN DESIGN

I CAN'T BE REPAIRED UNTIL I BREAK.
 

I GIVE HIM MY TIME AND I GIVE HIM MY MONEY

I GIVE HIM MY WORSHIP(EVEN THOUGH I CAN'T SEE)

I GIVE HIM MY PRAISE AND A GOOD PART OF MY DAYS

BUT ALL THAT HE REALLY WANTS IS JUST........ME.
 

BUT NOT ME AS I SEE ME, BUT ME, AS I AM

NOT MY SELF WORTH OR CONFIDENCE, MY WILL OR MY PRIDE

BUT THE ME I SURRENDER.................

THE ME THAT HAS DIED.
 

FOR ONLY HE KNOWS (AND I AM YET LEARNING)

THAT WHEN MY WILL IS SURRENDERED

AND ALL MY STRIVINGS CEASE:

THAT THE ALABASTER BOX THAT IS ME WILL BE BROKEN

AND HIS SWEETNESS, HIS FRAGRANCE

WILL AT LAST BE RELEASED.
 

ALL HE WAITS FOR ME TO DO IS THIS:

LAY ASIDE MY FAULTS AND FEARS

BABTIZE MYSELF IN REPENTENT TEARS

GRAB THE HEM OF HIS GARMENT EACH TIME HE DRAWS NEAR......

BE BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

FOR HE WAS BROKEN ON THE CROSS

HE LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HUMANITY'S LOST

WHEN THE PRICE WAS DETERMINED, HE PAID THE COST......

HE WAS BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

AND AS HE WAS, I SHALL BE

WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM IS FAIR FOR ME

IT'S THE ONLY WAY THAT I'LL EVER BE FREE.........

LORD, I'M BROKEN, BROKEN, BROKEN.
 

END
 

October 15, 2002 1:30 a.m.by Rhonda  Jackson