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Unless my heart is broken, And poured out on the ground, I will never hear the whisper Of His mighty awesome sound. His presence and His glory, Will never be made known, Without a broken vessel Through which, creation groans. A selfish prideful heart Full of wickedness and shame, Will never call attention To the One who bore it’s pain. O God, do not forsake me I repent of selfish pride, Pour me out before the nations So that I may be your bride. If I am but an arrow, Worthy of one single shot, Jesus, aim me where you need me. To destroy the devil’s plot. |
| Broken August 3, 2006 |
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