I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way that he loves us
We are all broken.
Your mom is broken. Your dad is broken. Your teacher is broken. Your boss is broken. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/that-person-you-have-a-crush-on - they are broken.
The jerks who come into work and disregard all my friendly efforts, treating me like an idiot, and less than human- they are broken.
The person who has it together, or who was raised in a "perfect family" with "no problems"- they are broken too.
"so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain."
I hate the fact that I have caused brokenness. Some of my brokenness is not the result of what I've been through, but what I've put others through. The very thought of how much damage I can bring, how much pain I can (and have) caused, out of selfishness or pride or fear or blatant disregard- it breaks my heart.
"we are bruised and broken masterpieces, but we did not paint ourselves."
I am broken, but God is breaking me. If I let the world break me, or satan break me, or myself break me, I will be left in pieces. I will be destroyed. That is why I feel hopeless, and why i despair in my brokenness. But God breaks me so that he might rebuild. He wounds so that he can heal. HE is the rebuilder, not I.
"the world breaks every one, and afterward many are strong in the broken places."
I want to cry out, to give up, to lay down. But to give in is to remain as I am- broken. I want to be whole.
"when all of the sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, and I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me"
How he loves us
oh how he loves us
oh how he loves....
Your mom is broken. Your dad is broken. Your teacher is broken. Your boss is broken. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/that-person-you-have-a-crush-on - they are broken.
The jerks who come into work and disregard all my friendly efforts, treating me like an idiot, and less than human- they are broken.
The person who has it together, or who was raised in a "perfect family" with "no problems"- they are broken too.
"so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain."
I hate the fact that I have caused brokenness. Some of my brokenness is not the result of what I've been through, but what I've put others through. The very thought of how much damage I can bring, how much pain I can (and have) caused, out of selfishness or pride or fear or blatant disregard- it breaks my heart.
"we are bruised and broken masterpieces, but we did not paint ourselves."
I am broken, but God is breaking me. If I let the world break me, or satan break me, or myself break me, I will be left in pieces. I will be destroyed. That is why I feel hopeless, and why i despair in my brokenness. But God breaks me so that he might rebuild. He wounds so that he can heal. HE is the rebuilder, not I.
"the world breaks every one, and afterward many are strong in the broken places."
I want to cry out, to give up, to lay down. But to give in is to remain as I am- broken. I want to be whole.
"when all of the sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, and I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me"
How he loves us
oh how he loves us
oh how he loves....