I am a broken tambourine;
I beat the rhythm before the Lord;
the bangles flash and sing their tinny music
to the Lord.
He sought me and bought me,
knowing how I'd sound
and where the cracks are in my frame.
So I make music for the Lord,
I cry praises to the Lord
in my peculiar,
for I am a broken tambourine,
and I will play
until my frame lies shattered on the ground
in pieces still reverberating
from the song,
the last song I beat out with the cracks in my sides
and the tiny cymbals flashing.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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