Of Broken Things
Champion cause is what now calls
To you this day that knows of falls
Through cracks but small beneath your feet
Crevice for now, mouth of defeat
The plan not yours but planned no less
To take what's left of souls careless
For it is written and come too past
To overcome or be outcast
Will but yours engaged with one
That fought this war of loss but won
To breathe but breath of life again
Into a heart hell condescends
Be not fooled for nothing less
Is yours to have today priceless
The prize is yours now rise and be
Of confidence in you that bleeds
Blood of His that battles through
This day of war of weeds that grew
To suffocate soldiers of peace
Of love inside darkness depletes
It starts with you for He did make
The path, your right to now partake
Of Bread that fed five thousand then
Of Blood from cup to comprehend
Repair yourself with this fine fare
For in the end your heart will bare
Him who was and still is there
With armor yours in hands to wear
Of broken things, no more
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