Broken are the weary trodden
Of things some think that loves forgotten
Where desperate comes no one can measure
Feeding off souls, spirits its pleasure
Pieces of dreams lost in the scuffle
Strewn about cries many muffled
As if God does not hear these souls
Suffer His children He yearns to hold
Life becomes so meaningless
Death unseen the obvious
Patience lacked and hearts ransacked
Are faults our own ignoring facts
Before you came to be, He was
Then as now and all because
He made it so, for you to see
That without Love one cannot breathe
Who am I is what we'll ask
Instead in Him, in light His bask
In Heavens glow, vessels broken
Ungrateful pots, for you he's spoken
Handcrafted by Potter One
Master and savior, the risen son
That knows of pain and suffering
Your key to life and greatest blessing
Call to Him upon this day
He who molds vessels, The Way
That knows of broken and of stripes
The Truth and yes of too your Life