Before the hurt became too much
Before the fall became as such
There were the cries that echoed through
The soul of one, one much like you
This life you call your very own
Runs into walls as such you sown
The work of art GOD thinks of you
Becomes much less broken in two
One half desires the world that gives
A state of mind how you should live
The other half seeks joy not found
As tied are hands still free you bound
You sought the things not meant to be
Searched high and low thought yours decreed
By you who masters but one slave
You, your soul as such behaves
Freedoms search has left the building
The frame, the house that needs rebuilding
Within Temple He calls his home
Heart precious, Christ calls His own
The pressings pour their weight and leave
Impressions deep to not believe
That in you lives the GOD of Hosts
Make no mistake in you does boast
The voice of one, the only One
That makes complete daughters and sons
No easy ride, but much the weight
Upon shoulders He too would take
To leave behind His legacy
To know of love and too mercy
Know this you read there is an end
To know these things and ear to lend
To cries then some as heard this day
No less were His for you He saved