Lord
of the broken, Jesus, I thank you
For
knowing my weakness and feeling my pain
You
weep with my heartaches; you gather my sorrows
From
the fragments you make a mosaic of grace
Lord
of the nightfall, Sovereign, I thank you
For
being the light even when I can’t see
You’ve
already conquered the powers of darkness
You
illumine your truth through my frailty and need
Lord
of redemption, Savior, I thank you
That
nothing I do can diminish your love
In
spite of my failures, you’re building your kingdom
You’re
restoring your image, your glory in us
My
heart is not hidden from you;
You
know me better than I even do.
Into
my weakness your strong voice has spoken:
You
bring beauty from chaos:
You’re
Lord of the broken.
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