BROKEN

Dirty, filthy and unworthy

Deliberately taking the wrong path

A stray sheep in the wilderness

Just to satisfy the flesh desires

Assuming the hurt of the Spirit

Blocking the ears to the call of God

Swimming in the sea of sin

Not appreciating the death on the cross

Reading the word but making no sense out of it

Or rather not taking heed of it

Clearly hearing the voice from above

But brushing the fatherly love aside

Sincerely seeking God’s face

But not reaching out for the outstretched hand

No words to best describe this

But bet this gives the picture

A picture of eyes open

Heart ready to turn back from sin

Soul rendered to Christ

Body surrendered as a sacrifice

A spirit broken and crushed to pieces

Because this is the best sacrifice to offer

Sorry is not the word here

Broken, Contrite and crushed, I lay it all down

No amount of tears can wash my pain

No amount of words can describe how I feel

No one can understand my state

The state of a lost child,

The condition of a rebellious child

A son ready to come home, prodigal we can say

It hurts to know I hurt my father

It breaks the heart to remember what I have done

Yet it’s so sweet to see the tears of the Spirit

Tears that wipe away the grief caused

To know that the father’s arms are open

Open to welcome me home

How nice it is to be in those arms again

Security assured, Love overflowing

Strength guaranteed, Future insured

Awesome is the father’s love

Love unfailing forgiving all sins to remember them no more

Making me one with Christ

Uncondemning love, cleansing all stains

And making me a new creation

Though I walk through the dark valley

I shall fear no evil

For with me is the assurance of Your presence

My heart’s desire

That I may stray never again

But dwell in thy house forever

To worship You with all I am

And to spend eternity with You

Broken and contrite

That’s my spirit.