It’s broken broken broken
Shards and pieces
Restoration seems
Hopeless
The signal weak
The connection lost
Sitting in the empty
We are all empty
So hungry
There is the fragile one
Struggling with identity
The reckless one
Unable to unmask and be real
The angry one
Burdened by loss
The wounded one
Broken broken broken
What if healing could come?
What if it could renew and fill the void?
What if restoration comes from broken?
The broken bread
The broken body
The curtain torn in two
The relationship reinstated
Praise God for Eden in our own time
Faithful Lines 