Broken

Every time he broke my heart
he gained a little part
of what I should have given him
complete - right from the start.

Every time he called my name
I knew I should have run
into his kind and tender arms
a father with his son

And every time  he caught my eye
and wanted me to be
just quiet with him in his heart
content just Him and me
and I had something else to do
some other place to be

Oh gracious love that lives above
and gives so much to them He loves
and waits so patiently
for them to come and see
the treasures of his heart.

He comes and breaks me once again
and now I gain a part
of something that I should have loved
right from the very start

Someday it will be finished
and then I'll truly see
someday I'll walk beside him
in perfect harmony
some where a new tommorrow
where there will never be
broken hearts or broken lives
Oh blest eternity.

And then, yes then oh haste the day
when clothed in light
we all can say

ALL GLORY TO THE LAMB
WHO WAS BROKEN ONCE FOR ME
ALL PRAISE TO HIM MY LORD MY KING
WHO BLED ON CALVARY

1 Corinthians 11:24 And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me.

 

David W. Rowley
10/31/03
For a friend