BROKEN DOWN

My heart is aching and breaking for the children of this world. Acknowledge grace let me accept these things bring honor to your name. Gifts are the tools for building of the body, not toys, but weapons of war. I can tell if your alive by whether or not your breathing, if your just holding it, or if you might be dead. Am I on my knees before you or an idol Lord? All of this time I've needed you. Your soft hands on my shoulders. I feel your calloused palm warming in my hand. When I thought all I felt were tears now I understand. I hold the hands of all those around me as my desperation grows. Right now my anxiety moves about restlessly between my head and my heart. Am I called to go? These are your hands, your feet, my soul, ready to move at your will. What's my roll to fill? Move me with the crook of your cane, cause I'm tired, timid, trepidation sloth my bane. Affirm my thoughts, wrap your almighty hand around my heart. Carry me with you. You're my Lord and I am yours.