Breakthrough In My Brokenness (Side B)

Inspired by: H. Shawn Norman

I see now that you had me in the fire, with a purpose like Jeremiah
For in my mother’s womb you shaped me with destiny and a desire
A desire to speak to nations, seek your truth with wisdom and revelation
And through your word offer the joy of your salvation
So through the years and tears, the joys and the fears
You placed strength in me I didn’t realize I had to help me persevere
Father, can you make it clear? My “there” is now here
I’ve been chosen and considered for such a time as this
Yet, I need you to restore me; heal me in spite of my brokenness
This test came with some lessons perhaps I couldn’t study for
However, this has only brought me to a place of dwelling on your threshing floor
And now I need you more and more; possibly more than the day before
When I thought I was losing this race, you stepped in my place to even the score
If it’s not one thing, it’s another; tried to stay under the covers
For a split second I thought you didn’t care until you reminded me that we were lovers
You love me where I am, while loving me to where I am going to be
You changed up the recipe so I wouldn’t give up on the road to destiny
You’re the God who specializes in storms that get worse
You’re the only one I know who can speak to the waves and command them to reverse
Lord, quench my thirst; no better yet, keep me longing for your water
If everything was 100, there would be no need to stay on the altar
When I began to falter, Lord please keep me on the straight and narrow
I must keep pressing; draw me back like a bow to an arrow
Continue watching over me like your eye is on the sparrow
I no longer desire to stay in Egypt; give me the boldness to speak to Pharaoh
Your word says if I abide in You, in me You will abide
But sometimes, I can barely eat the main entrée let alone the sides
Entangled in a web like my issues have gone worldwide
I thought I had the combination to the lock but my access was denied
Like Jacob, I’m walking this one out but holding on to my hip
“Angel, I won’t let you go even if it means tightening up my grip!”
My tears began to drip because to You they are prophetic
Wherever you go I’ll follow; wow, now that’s magnetic
It might be hectic, might feel neglected; but for you I’ve been elected
It was unexpected, might be rejected; but my life is Christ’s; therefore, it is reflected
I’m steadfast to your promise; it’s in your word that I hide
When you’re ready to turn this track over, Lord I know you’ll “show me the flipside”!

Broken Whole,
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Broken Whole...

Dedicated to: YOU

Somewhere along the line I was told that my misery was my ministry
But when I look back and reflect, I wonder if I failed miserably
I see the eyes of a few, then I wonder what to do, the path I choose
Where do I go from here? Grow from here? Show from here?
Someone said, “Have no fear,” but my glass is unclear
My heartbeat is racing; I’m pacing back and forth in decision
Words are the sharp knife that nearly took my life; what an incision
So I check my shoes because they seem to no longer fit
Let me go get a fresh towel, one I can throw in when I quit
Let me spit. Let me get this out real quick
I was at the scene of the crime, I’ll admit it
I’m not sure at what point I killed me
I realize perhaps at my own expense the evidence reveals that I’m guilty
I’m trying to breathe in deep but I smell a different kind of aroma
I’m walking away numb to it all like a spiritual coma
Yet, I’m zoned out; my oil supply is tapped out
I thought I had a way out, had my way mapped out
Ref, can I call a time out? Is it time for me to sit out?!
I’m not just moving my mouth, I’m know I’m talking out loud
How is it that you say I’m free though I feel bound?
How can you be on cloud nine while I’m still on the ground?
You picked me up and shattered me; it caused me to be in pieces like Reese’s
As much as I’ve lived this life, it feels like I’m still on the first sentence of my thesis
In spite of the brokenness, looking forward I know the point is this
I’d rather have God be for me than become a target on His hit list
Don’t dismiss this; He’s the savior of this misfit
Even though I know at times I can be my own worst critic
I’m like parts of a puzzle waiting to show the complete picture
I’m the clay in His sculpture; go back and read the scripture
Everything in me wanted to give up based on what I saw with my eyes
And who do I trust when truth reveals itself to be lies?
Can’t say I’ve been in this place before, this is definitely new
So you’re saying I’m a daily work? I guess I’ll gear up for round two
I might be pieces the Master created to say the least
But He broke me to make me whole; therefore I’m a masterpiece…