Break and use what's left of me
My day draws near to Him we serve
This soul of mine so undeserved
Asking my GOD to break and use
Whats left of me He's still not used
These writes may help but not enough
To draw one close who still goes soft
At times it seems fall short we do
Yet still he waits for my break through
Press forward sometimes a foot
Seems like an inch if I just could
See further than past my hand
I'd know we've helped my fellowman
Break whats left of doubtful me
Who knows the one who set me free
For in the hour when you do call
I want to be the son you called
Break, empty all that is left
For your last hour for me you wept
Taking upon on cross you bared
The sin of man, our love affair
Break and forge a better man
Who dreams of things and better plans
To share of you with those unsaved
My gratitude yet still not payed
Break and use whats left of me
Who stares sometimes but does not see
That you can use whats left today
Of me just short of one more day
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