I was a child when I lay down on the floor
When you slew me with words like knives
That pierced through my heart and more,
Because you know words can take lives
I waited every evening for you to come home
I hoped that someday you would be proud
Of me, but now I see that love is a sum
I never added to much, I found
I stopped by a gift shop to buy a token
Of my love to you, it was a heart
It was not enough and so it was broken
Love can expire before it can start
Love sometimes is conditional
I learnt it was give and take
If I fail to live up, it’s transitional
Fragile and so easy to break
Then I heard a whisper in a busy café
He visited me when I lay on the floor
I didn’t know Him, but He came to allay
That I didn’t have to be anything more
I told Him, “I am the broken-hearted girl”
Always sad, perennially hurt
With a wound that never stops bleeding
But I hide it and covered it with dirt
So I was surprised that He was close to me
But everyday it hurt, I cried then I was dazed
By the nails, the wound in his side, for me
This is how it feels to be saved.
How could it be, that He saw my pain
That he would bandage my heart
When everyone else said it was in vain
He made me a lion-heart.
He said, “You can do all things, through me”
He placed me high above, where no man has walked
More than this, to know I was precious to Him
A treasure, He would not depart from his beloved
Now when it’s hurting, when the stiches reopen
I run to Him, not to anyone else do I strain
Because there in His shadow, in devotion
I find that He mends me back again
Dedicated to my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, to the God who is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
When you slew me with words like knives
That pierced through my heart and more,
Because you know words can take lives
I waited every evening for you to come home
I hoped that someday you would be proud
Of me, but now I see that love is a sum
I never added to much, I found
I stopped by a gift shop to buy a token
Of my love to you, it was a heart
It was not enough and so it was broken
Love can expire before it can start
Love sometimes is conditional
I learnt it was give and take
If I fail to live up, it’s transitional
Fragile and so easy to break
Then I heard a whisper in a busy café
He visited me when I lay on the floor
I didn’t know Him, but He came to allay
That I didn’t have to be anything more
I told Him, “I am the broken-hearted girl”
Always sad, perennially hurt
With a wound that never stops bleeding
But I hide it and covered it with dirt
So I was surprised that He was close to me
But everyday it hurt, I cried then I was dazed
By the nails, the wound in his side, for me
This is how it feels to be saved.
How could it be, that He saw my pain
That he would bandage my heart
When everyone else said it was in vain
He made me a lion-heart.
He said, “You can do all things, through me”
He placed me high above, where no man has walked
More than this, to know I was precious to Him
A treasure, He would not depart from his beloved
Now when it’s hurting, when the stiches reopen
I run to Him, not to anyone else do I strain
Because there in His shadow, in devotion
I find that He mends me back again
Dedicated to my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, to the God who is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
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