Heart of Glass

Broken, a soul made of glass.
Tears flood the floor.
A tender frame lay in the shadows as an infant.
What selfless act could accomplish such regret?
What in life could bring such pain?

Fractured, a bond close and true.
Time heartlessly churns.
Yet only time can heal.
Where does one go when they are everywhere at once?
Where does a heart go when it hurts to beat?

Open, a soul to Jesus.
Waiting on His every word.
Only the voice that spoke creation can restore this open wound.
Why Lord does your face seem to turn?
Why Lord does what seems to be an eternal candle, burn?

Flying, a spirit like a dove.
Mirroring the Savior in every move.
This sunrise, while so painful, will present you whole and new.
This day will be survival, transformed by the breathe of God.
This day will be revival, restored for new beginning, new life, new breathe, new light.

“Broken I run to You, for I know You satisfy. I am empty but I know Your touch, does not run dry. And so I'll wait for You. I'm falling on my knees. Offering all of me. Jesus, You're all this heart is living for.”

-I don't know who its by but they're brilliant :)