​The constant crash of the waves of time

And broken hearts, doth the individual redefine. 

What we though of yesterday, is not who we are today

But mere jars of clay used in all the wrong ways.

Fractured, broken. Glued together we are

Just tiny specks of dust underneath the stars.

Fleeting like the wind, our days do fly

Too often we reject the truth and hold onto the lies

We deceive ourselves, like fools we be

O Lord, you see, help me see the real me.

With all these breaks, my heart does change

Every day leaves me never again the same

But you, o Lord, forever, never change

Help me hold on, when all else is shifting sand

On you alone, do i stand

A weary, broken, feeble man.


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