We were meant to live in wholeness
But this world keeps coming apart
Life is not what it should be
You feel the ache in every heart
Sometimes it seems conflicted
Trying to live with hope each day
Dear God help us to remember
The reason that You came
To heal the broken heared
And to comfort those who mourn
So I bring a contrite spirit
As I cry out for the torn
The bleeding and the shattered
To somehow be restored
Scoop up lifes scattered pieces
And place them in your hands
To bring the broken together
In the wounded Son of man


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