Broken Hearted

I've know, what it feels like, to be outside,
the resigned bitterness, when all hope has died.
the emptiness left, when all the tears have been cried.
Don't let the anger, keep the light, from coming inside.

To be able to love, you must first feel pain.
Only sin's worst effects are sufficient to explain
the reality, that self sacrifice, made to Him, is what will gain
the peace and joy, only a heart at rest in Him, can entertain.

Meanwhile, there's another sorrow, that the godly must endure,
those returned to wide eyed innocence, with eternal destination now secure,
who long to see their loved ones, sanctified, made pure,
bowed at the feet of the Holiness, that only His blood can procure.

A prayer for the brokenhearted, we are called to bear,
we are examples of His grace, that we are called to share,
we carry the seed of hope, for redemption from despair,
far beyond our strength, is this gift to us, beyond compare.

Voices of opposition can but tell the lie,
that it's in God's heart to condemn, to deny,
the needs of those who love Him, when to Him they cry!
A loving Father has promised their every need to supply!

Are you the one, after all He's done, who tells Him to leave you alone?
Your self destructive behavior, you're expecting Him to condone?
Do you think He'll be patient always, the settlement forever postpone?
When the very air you breathe, He owns?

He became the Man of Sorrows, the Brokenhearted, to rescue us all.
His is still the loving patience, while sending out His call.
The wounds He suffered for us, should appall,
to persuade us from the cliff edge, of the destruction soon to befall.

Be prepared for powerful answers, when you dare to question the King,
the grand depth, of His wisdom, instilled in what He is fashioning,
the deep meaning imbued, in the very air, we are breathing.
How could you doubt the very One, the Only One, who gives.........everything?