All I see is broken
Over and over.
I can hear their heart break
With every word made.
Its hard not to cry
When you can see their lives,
In their writing.
They don't want pity,
So they won't get it.
But what of compassion?
Will they receive it?
I can't help but think:
Papa! Papa why let them stay in this place of pain?
Papa show them the way to your mercy and grace.
I want to reach
Through the screen
To comfort them.
To be there for them.
To be that friend.
But reality crashes hard,
And I can't be everything.
But I know the bruises and scars of pain...
A broken heart at the least to say.
But there's something better
Than the sorrow and pain.
There's Jesus and His never ending grace.
All I see is broken
Over and over.
But there is hope for life...
Waiting for you.
