Wearing out as the minutes go by
Too weak to conceal, but strong enough to carry on a bit
There is a shudder in my soul
As the cares of life way me down
And my heart begins to speak in wonders and mysteries to deep to bear
Look to the future
Look to the past
I see mist and I see swamps
Places where I laid dreams to rest
And left behind the drive for living
How much more can a human soul handle?
To what depths and heights could it be dragged and tortured?
Sweetness and bitterness making mixtures on my tongue
Because I work and walk with slow struts and drags
Nothing is impossible they would say
Now I believe that nothing, even to be broken to the core, is impossible
Drag me through the streets like a harlot
Treat me like an orphan
But there is a light in my soul
Ready to break out like it would coming from dusk
Here I am naked before You
All alone
With bruises and cuts on my body
Of all the weight I had to carry
Take me just as I am, for if You do not
Then I might as well die in the grave
Where worms can eat and dust can receive
What was taken from it to make beauty that would soon turn into brokenness
Break me one time
Break me thrice
Take me and break me into millions of pieces
Still I will shine
Because brokenness is beauty in His sight
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