Broken is the world we live in,
hurt and pain ever increases.
Hearts shattered and anger released,
when will we ever see a love feast?
Alone in our minds and consumed by our thoughts;
We wage war against each other, tearing down His flock.
Never pausing as we rage, but smiling through His pain.
When will we ever see, it is not about me?!
This world will soon pass away,
and everything that mattered will seem so vain.
To miss the gift, that was freely slain,
will be the greatest shame.
Victory is given, to each living soul;
Broken to mended, with one answered call.
Freedom through pain only comes from Him.
Victim or Victor, your choice to make…..
On the tree He died for all humanity;
Now it is our turn, die to self and be FREE…
Risen again with Christ as head,
mends our hearts and LOVE will spread.